When he'd returned to the city, it had been without a true plan. His previous location had been sold, so he'd shown up at Hathor's door and found himself a room. She let him stay, and in return he was dragged out of bed every so often by Sekhmet who demanded he remember his duty as guardian and protector and make sure the mortals stayed in line.
He could do without the scowling of the Red Lady, but he was smart enough to keep the arrangement going. Plusi t had the benefit of having Shesmu near, and it was damn hilarious to find the Butcher in his room every so often complaining that a near three year old child was making something impossibly old hide. He liked the tiny little ball of chaos though. He could only get supervised visits, but the tiny Lion liked his animals so it worked out.
Tonight he'd been free to do as he liked, and often it entailed stalking the bar and testing the limits of Sekhmet's patience by harassing the mortals. When he'd come down he'd felt Nephthys almost immediately and he'd been wary. Their relationship was finicky at best, and disastrous at worst. But he'd always keep trying.
He was a bit suspicious though when she saw him. She looked gorgeous and he could see Hathor's hand at work. He wondered if part of this was planned. He walked to her, because he knew she'd feel him to, and paused before her.
"Hey," it was a weak greeting, but everything else seemed worse, and he motioned to the seat next to her. "Can I sit or do you want me to leave you alone? I didn't know you were here, promise."