She'd dressed by the time she'd heard him return. The way her clothes had been strewn had painted a clearer picture of last night, but she'd indulge in the memories another day. Her hair was still wet when she smelled the steaks, and the thought of fresh meat was more then appealing.
She felt like she could put the butcher out of business, and laughed at his statement. "She indulges, and always forgives. I will huff and roll my eyes just
so
but leave and let me do my thing. My love and I, we have an agreement. I do my meat, she does her green." She shrugged, letting him into a part of her life with Hathor few others knew of.
She looked to the meat, not wanting him to think she was staring. She had not known if she had been rough or kind. Many a being had complained of how she left marks that looked oddly like claws. It wasn't always easy to hide what was just under this human skin. So she focused on the smell of the meat. She was tempted to snatch the meat away, but she had manners. Occasionally. Patiently she sat at the table and smiled at him.