Care for a dance?

As Absinth circled them with a predator’s casual curiosity (and a hint of something more) Sol receded, his presence dimming as Khonsu took the forefront. Khonsu's head lifted a fraction higher in turn, confident amidst the scrutiny. His eyes, sharp and attentive, followed her movement, not missing the suggestive quirk of her brow or the rugged tone of her voice. They remained still, allowing her the space to observe as she pleased.

As she voiced her interest in posing questions, Khonsu's posture subtly adjusted. His head tilted, a gesture of apparent curiosity, yet his gaze carried a hint of wariness. He nodded slowly, acknowledging her right to inquire. The twins were accustomed to scrutiny and questions, the mixed fascination and apprehension they often elicited. While Absinth's focused attention was not much different - and even might feel somewhat validating - they were ever mindful of the delicate line they trod as Sidi. It was a balance between accommodating interest, yet maintaining the dignity of their position. "As you wish." Khonsu replied, a faint, wry smile touching his features. "We're all ears — four to be exact."

Sol & Khonsu