Thanatos realized rather quickly that crouching was the worst position to settle into when talking to Philotes. He realized he had somehow forgotten how much she could talk. It very much worked for her, all those words, but it wasn't working for Than's thighs. Somewhere between 'flours' and the second 'gloppy,' Thanatos shifted onto his knees to just kneel. It was an easier stance to maintain. When Lottie got going, there was no telling how long it would take before she took a breath.
The thing about Philotes was that it never actually bothered him when she let her words run away from her. She was sweet and even the endless chatter was somehow endearing. Even if she was switched at birth, Than would think she was sweet no matter what.
He realized his time to enter the conversation was approaching, and Than readied himself appropriately. He wasn't about to disappoint her simply because he was, and had probably always been, too old for mud pies. Than really didn't think he'd ever been a fun child to be around. "Hm," he said once again. A very serious nod followed. "Now that you mention it, the gold bits truly do give it a special glimmer that might even rival what Mother can make. Extra nice does not even begin to describe what you've created here, Lottie." Another ghost of a smile tugged at him mouth when she mispronounced 'masterpiece'.
Sadly, Thanatos was not prepared for what happened next. He assumed someone else would've shown up by now, someone without a specific job to do who could admire Lottie's mud pie as Thanatos went about his business. Since when was this temple quiet? "I have a job to do, Lottie," he said, and for a moment, it read clear across his face that Thanatos genuinely felt bad about this. He didn't want to abandon the girl, but what choice did he have? She wouldn't appreciate collecting souls. It wasn't in her nature. "How about I find you when I'm back, and we can make an even bigger masterpiece then. Does that sound good? I'd really like to now, but I can't."