Styx was hardly disappointed by the refusal of the wine. More for her, then. At least water was an easy request to honor. For anyone that knew her well enough that a bond of trust was formed, Hate would simply just get the water and have a glass with ice ready to go. However, Seshat was still mostly a stranger and while there had been assurances given about the tap water, there was a difference between splashing that on your skin and being wrong than being tricked into drinking something that was not what one was told it was.
She would never do that. Styx, for as temperamental as she could be, was not deceitful when it came to the safety of someone that did not deserve such treatment. It would be dishonorable. And, again... this Egyptian was friends with her son. Or, more correctly, this Egyptian's husband was friends with Kratos. Even so. Styx would take the extra steps to be hospitable. She would make sure her son was aware of her extra measures... including having let the little hemorrhoid into her home. Because she loved him.
A sealed bottle of water was pulled from the refrigerator so that there would be no question as to the origin of the water without a level of deceit that was so beyond Styx's normal behavior that it would just be reprehensible. With a small smile, she extended her arm and held it out Seshat. “If you want a glass for it,” she added and pointed to a small display of smoke tinted glasses. Then she grabbed her glass of wine and the bottle with the other -since she had the suspicion she may need to refill it.
Then she led the way to the living room, unable to resist the urge to make a remark about the architecture on their way, “if the columns fascinate you, it is a good thing you cannot view the slipway off my bedroom to my river, isn't it?” She grinned over the rim of her glass, “you did notice that this is built entirely into the edifice that separates the two worlds, yes?” It was rather terrible on her part, she knew it.
But, in the living room, Styx made a beeline for her favorite chair, the one where she had been planning to sit and read before her unexpected guest arrived and sat. As an added bonus, it avoided the uncomfortable worry about having her personal bubble invaded if she chose the couch and the Egyptian did as well.