He was thinking, he was analyzing... which was nothing unusual. But his hands were resting on her hips with obvious intention of holding her there. “Well,” he answered and pressed his lips back again to her neck. “I would definitely say that my other senses have their interests piqued.”
Which they were. Thoth was tying to analyze the sudden interest in the scent of his wife when it wasn't as if he was unfamiliar with her. Quite the opposite, really. Except that fighting his analytical portion was a more base desire to shut that part of his brain off and let the question answer itself.