As Bast pulled away, Thanatos knew exactly what it felt like to die. He was Death, he already knew the feeling, but now there was a poignant touch of immediacy to it. She pulled back and took with her whatever funny inner magic kept a death god going. He reached out for her wrist, thumb stroking the soft gold with a grin that said he was surprised to have actually touched her. His aim wasn't what it used to be. She pulled away, and took his aim with her as well. It all made sense. And something was amazing, so Thanatos continued to grin.
"You are," he said. It was just the truth, and he didn't know what she was talking about anyway. Instinctively, Than should've given his wings a good shake. The water wasn't an issue though. He could feel individual beads of water as they rolled over his skin, and it felt like music, just like Bast felt like music. Than happily continued to grin, even as he nearly stumbled out of Bast's tub.
"I don't mind," he told her. She needed to know. It was important for her to know, even if Thanatos couldn't hold onto the reasons long enough for them to stick in my mind. He still had her wrist, and Than used that to guide her out of the tub. If he was out of it, she had to be too. The water wasn't off yet, but it wasn't touching them anymore. That was a good thing.
He pulled her close, and smiled as warm rays touched his skin again. "Burn me," he said, as simple as saying hello, and then he leaned down to kiss her again. They would get to her room.