[ …Truly, he has no idea how this is going. Moment to moment, Set’s whims seem to change, but he supposes that is the way of gods. Or at least in the tales told to mankind about them, so seemingly there’s a grain of truth there. No wonder their worship was so odd if the pantheons were even half as fickle as Set.

Which is to say, he makes a little noise at the bite that’s not one of pain, but just light, confused surprise. He hadn’t even been meaning to be rude with the comment, but that’s noteworthy, at least. When dealing with a strange unknown, you take as much information as you can. Even if it comes with teeth, apparently.

…And presumption. That too feels so godly that he really doesn’t question Set’s claim of divinity at all. ]

I see that I get no say over the matter?

[ It’s a bit passive-aggressive, and yet. He doesn’t try and pry Set off him, and instead just sighs right after with a dramatic little dip of his head. He capitulates easily, though the logic behind it is a bit more complex and conniving than the surface level bother. As always, more favor is gained by being agreeable than contrary. ]

…Then I welcome your acquaintance, I suppose. Please, call me Sebastian Michaelis.