There was melting and donkeys and a butt in the middle of the game he'd just been playing. None of which was really helping to mitigate Kray's initial impression of a whirlwind of fabric and femininity. The woman, whoever she was, was a force of nature.
Then Djeheuty was leaving the room. Leaving him alone with this... person. He lifted his eyes for a moment, but only a moment, then returned them to the far corner of the senet game. She wasn't even looking at him. Even though she knew he was there. What was he supposed to do with that?
All he could do was fall back on what he knew. Clearing his throat, Kray quietly offered, "Would you like my chair while you wait?" It was the polite thing to do, obviously.