A normal person, or goddess, would have either refused or simply walked on in. Clearly, Seshat was not normal. Though, Styx had already made that deduction during their first meeting. Because instead of any normal answer she received a wordy and somewhat complex explanation as to why she could not give the promise Hate had requested, peppered with five-dollar words. It was not beyond her understanding by any means, it was just a really unnecessarily lengthy explanation.
With apologies to the Norse Underworld Queen, who was a friend of hers, what the actual hell?
“Simply saying, I make no promises but will try my best to not be a jackass, would have sufficed, you know,” Styx said and held her position by the door, keeping the invitation open. Then she sighed. “But I appreciate you not taking oaths lightly.”