Ma'at had finally suppressed Lucia completely. She was sleeping or something resembling it. It was easier than listen to her continued objections to being inside of Samuel/Thoth's home. She was enjoying the control, the absence of a second person in her mind.
She hesitated in the door, prolonging the touch for a long moment. "A bottle of water. Something clean and not the drivel they call water in some sections of this city." Ma'at wandered around the main living area, pausing to look out the window at the view of the city. "Why does that sound exactly like Lucia? She is horrible at keeping things organized, I gave up three years ago trying to get her to put everything in it's place."
Ma'at shrugged out of her jacket and turned to approach Thoth. "I am not interested in his dirty clothing and more interested in renewing our bond, my lord." She put a hand on his chest. "I can remember the last time I saw you before they cast us into these mortals shells." Her voice was a purr. No, there was no Lucia telling her no at this point and Ma'at was very intent on touching Thoth.