Bast probably would have continued to try to bend Dio in new and various shapes, had Ninkasi not tried to pull her holier than thou shit. Really? Freakin’ really? She peeled herself off of the wine god and glared at Ninkasi.
“Oh my gods. It’s not always about you!” Bast exclaimed, completely missing the irony of those words coming out of her own rather self-centered mouth. “I know Tall-Dark-and-Mostly-Silent isn’t going to completely freak out on you, I was trying to make a fucking point! Maybe get you to show a little bit of godsdamned empathy for those of us who haven’t known the guy we’re seeing for several thousand years because we were too fucking chicken to make a fucking move in all that time even though it was obvious to everybody with eyeballs that we wanted in his pants.”
She huffed out an aggrieved breath, threw herself into a chair, and promptly shoved a half-naked guy out of her face with far less aplomb than Ninkasi had.
“Seriously,” muttered the Egyptian. “I’ve just barely got a handle on this shit, he’s only known me a year, I don’t want to risk hurting him. He gets puppy dog eyes when he’s hurt. It makes me want to cry when he’s hurt. And I don’t know if this will or not, we’re not there yet.”
Crossing her arms, she settled in to do something she did quite proficiently: sulk.