You're always talking, but you're not playing

“I am Tyranis Praetor.” He said with a slight dip of his head having exchanged courtesies with the man.“I’m sure in time we will meet again Thoth.” He said with a slightly ominous tone, then turned his back on the male the cobra weaving under him with her head raised while the raven circled overhead. The air smelled of fire and faintly of storms, a fitting departure for the lightning king as he strode with regal grace away from the man. It wouldn’t be his first encounter with a would be god, nor would it be his last, but the demon of lightning felt less than whelmed in the alabaster male’s presence and showed it with his grand exit.