Of course I am not wrong. I am the Pharaoh of Egypt. Like the Sun is assuredly to rise in the sky, it is not often that my words hold mistake.

[Not often. Just sometimes. You know. When you're taking a first gaze upon a stunningly beautiful man and mistake him for a woman.]

Perhaps if you win enough of my trust, I will allow you to wrestle with me. [There's a wide grin and another of those loud laughs--as he tosses his head back to belt it out.

Once it ends, he finally takes one last curious look at the other as he realises something.

Realises... something he should have asked. Hours ago.]

What is the name you go by?