The Egyptian: Selina/Destiny
[The question had been more of a forewarning than an actual request (though if she had told him definitively no, he wouldn't have come) and there's no point in responding on the journals. One minute the space on her sectional was empty, the next it wasn't, his arrival heralded by the sound of rustling pages. Like with Stephanie, the book/journal was condensed into the shape of a smart phone and flat against the back of his right wrist, held there by the cuff they kept them permanently bound together.
And like the first time with Stephanie, the sunglasses were back on, but he was older now, broader in the shoulders, his robes traded in for an immaculate black and white suit that wouldn't be out of place if they left her rooms. Or at least, he hoped not. Blending in was trickier than he had originally thought.] I'm not a deity. [Said as he crossed his legs, light catching on the polish of his shoes.] You can tell me no if you like. [However, there was no promise of obedience.]