( he blows onto the coffee, eyes momentarily following the trail of steam as it wafts away. he doesn't know her well enough to know to entirely be able to tell joke from non-joke, meaning that though he could elaborate on his response to her remark, it doesn't occur to him to do so. )

Thank you. ( for the coffee, the offer of herbs — the latter's not something he imagines himself ever taking her up on, but there's no need to be rude in the face of kindness so it's a thought he keeps to himself. )

I can do that, but I can't promise it'll be the most interesting of conversations. My experience with Khonshu and the Eypgtian pantheon is somewhat atypical.

( as he'd discovered after badr had revealed there was a whole lot more to being a fist of khonshu than khonshu had ever thought to tell marc. )