Ma'at couldn't imagine how hard it had been to awaken inside of a child. Helpless and useless for years. She laid her hand on his thigh, rubbing it along the length of her reach, soothingly. Lucia had been nearly 15 and caught in the throes of teenage angst but it had been easy for Ma'at to control and direct it. Channel it into something else entirely without her vessel's knowledge.
"Samuel should get used to it, I find that I have no real boundaries." She laughed and laid her head against his arm. "Samuel will have his fun tonight, surely he can let you enjoy this moment without grumbling too loudly?" She was discovering that she liked what little she knew of Thoth's vessel. She knew Lucia would like him. "Let's not tell Lucia about the whole stripper thing, though. She might frown and I would like for them to get along. Or at least try to get along."
"He assumed he succeeded then." Ma'at sighed. "And the spell he used? Do you think it might be within your book?" Ma'at gave up the effort to keep her touch light and soothing, letting her hand become bolder and bolder as she rubbed against him.