[ Set follows her to her laundry line, his hands clasped behind the small of his back as he observes the way that she plucks the pins from the sheets of fabric and pockets them. He's never really, well, done chores, to be honest. Things like this were unnecessary for the gods, and any familiarity he has with them is from watching the mortals who needed to bathe and keep their environment clean and organized. Honestly, he had always enjoyed seeing it, too. It was the innate drive he had as an Egyptian god, to be clean — hence his aversion to body hair, aside from what was on top of the head. IT'S BARBAROUS!!

Watching her, he determines the method she uses, and begins to follow suit from the other end of the line in her direction. In his hands, he holds one of Claude's shirts and just — it's so stupid, ignoring the obvious. Before he addresses the questions she asks of him, he folds it in his hands ( wrinkling it, a little meanly ) and looks up at her. ]

You do know that I knew, right?

[ He shifts his hands a little, to show her the facts that are in his hands. ]

Before the Oracle, I could smell the two of you on one another. I told him to mind your heart. He is a diplomat and you are a warrior, I did not... want him to try and force you to be someone you are not.