He let his fingertips brush hers lightly as he took the glass of wine.
\"To old days, and new,\" he siad, raising the glass for a moment before sipping it. It was not tea, and grown on moder days, but in the present company it still tasted of home.
\"I think so,\" Osiris replied. \"I know it has been a long time, but if you would like me to move in, it would be a pleasure.\" They had both changed, though, and he was conscious - painfully conscious - she might not want that. He would have every bit of her he could, even if it meant being away from Isis. \"Else I\'ll see about getting an apartment somewhere.\"
Your bother. Not our. She still seemed to despise Set - much to Osiris\'s glee. \"Set? I haven\'t, and I would prefer to keep it that way. I have no interest in dealing with the likes of him.\" Knowing Set, he was probably a drug lord, or something to that end. The modern society would fit his corrupt personality like a glove.