"It's Greek," Thanatos said. That Bast had already figured out which pantheon he belonged to had either escaped him, or been entirely forgotten. It was a toss-up. Than really didn't know, and he really wasn't thinking clearly enough to come into that knowledge. Accidentally, perhaps, but that wasn't happening. He couldn't stop staring. Even with the shielding of his sunglasses, looking at Bast was stunning. He felt stunned. It only broadened his grin. Heat was rippling from her in a visual halo of light and intensity, and why weren't more people staring?
Put simply, no, Thanatos was not a casual sampler of local pharmaceuticals. If he had ever given anything a try, maybe this situation would be very different. Maybe he'd have some sort of tolerance, or resistance, and he wouldn't have found himself watching the rays of the sun float from Bast's hair.
For the time being, though, Thanatos certainly didn't mind. The reds and golds outlining her silhouette were lovely. Beautiful. It was nice that she didn't mind his staring.
"Hm?" Than asked. It was very typical of him. Atypical was the burst of laughter that followed. "Sure! Cool. Groovy." He laughed some more. Why hadn't anyone ever told him that these words were so hilarious? He almost told Bast he needed to leave, because he needed to find Hades and share these groundbreaking new words with him, but Than didn't. He got distracted instead. Was Bast going to have him sing? That was fine. Watching the sound stream from his mouth in technicolor would be fun. "Did I ever tell you I played the harp? They made me stop. The spirits. I was terrible."
Bast had no way of knowing, of course. But Than didn't know that. It already felt like her arm had been looped through his for centuries. They'd known each other forever.
"What do you do? In Egypt, I mean? Do you just glow? I can't stop watching you. Doesn't it ever distract you, all the...the gold...it's rolling off in waves." Than didn't know where they were going. This made him grin again.