Bast closed any distance between them, leaning into Neptune. She was one for physical contact when she desired it, like any cat. She had always found it to be soothing, which was exactly how she wanted to be for Neptune at the moment. He had awakened her and she felt some connection to him, despite her mortal soul's distrust of him.
"A horse? Do you know they were not native to my country? They were brought in by traders and we did not ride them. We used them for chariots. I quite like the carriages here. They remind me of home."
At his mention of sharing his home with a Grecian deity, she raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What is her name? I may know of her..." Bast had always been a social creature, as most cats were. Of course, only on their terms.