He was chuckling. Not because his wife was silly or anything like that. It was because she was being very insistent in her affections at the moment and it seemed to have a relatively insignificant reason behind it. He organized something? That was a shock? He was holding her comfortably in place, trying not to laugh as she rather insistently tugged at his shirt.
“But I organize all the time.” Not like Seshat did, of course, but he did. At least, Thoth considered what he did as organizing. Which was stick things in piles so it wasn't scattered everywhere in a giant chaotic pile. The books he needed to read next and wanted to, were in a pile separate from the ones he was currently reading or re-reading, which were separate from the ones he had already read. That was organization, right? “What was so special this time?”
And then he saw it... the book he'd been looking for. Well, truthfully, Thoth hadn't seen it. His eyes hadn't been open at the time. He was kissing his wife between words and even he knew that eyes open was awkward during something other than a peck.
Well, he knew because he had studied it rather extensively ages ago. Seshat hadn't complained, even if it had been really strange trying to force his eyes to stay open, and try to get hers to do so as well... So he knew. There had also been a rather detailed and lengthy study as far as which was more satisfying: intercourse by full-light, candlelight or in darkness. The result was that all had various appeal, but for some reason that answer hadn't satisfied Seshat, because she had called for reinvestigation of the experiments a few times. He never really did figure out why she wasn't happy with the findings that she kept wanting to go over them again and again and collect more data.
Strange.
So, his eyes had been closed. But is Djeheuty-sense was tingling... which told him that something he had been looking for was in front of him. His eyes opened just as Seshat was setting A Brief History of Time aside. “Oh, hey...”