Marc's lips twitched with a vague attempt at a return smile. "...khonshu," he breathed out, "piss you off?" The god was very good at that sort of thing, after all.
He reached up slowly, like he was unsure if the body would actually do whatever he needed it to, aiming to catch Layla's hand or fingers. She grounded all three of them, more than even Steven had the words to say. "s'good at that."