[ Sebastian’s smile only grows. It’s wry in one part to being agreeable since indeed, he’s all too happy to be agreeable. He’s acquiescent to a fault, as it’s the strategy he’s chosen to deal with mortals. He wasn’t so arrogant as to think it would work on someone divine… But he would certainly be pleased if it did. The old myths that came along before the kind of god with a capital ‘G’ were a bit more like the mortals they looked after. For the other, it’s just the matter of the stakes. It’s fun to have it be his decision, and it was nothing more than that. ]

Well, to the first, I imagine it will extend as long as we amuse or interest each other. I imagine there are lines that could turn things sour, but I will not seek those out so long as the courtesy is returned.

[ It’s said playfully, but there is a touch of seriousness there. He doesn’t plan to explain what those lines are, but he doesn’t expect Set to either. They’ll simply know if things got close enough to that line. ]

But for an offering… I enjoy offering favors, but that does seem a bit cliché. So, instead… [ He draws it out with a melodic hum, but from his expression, it’s clear he already has something in mind. ] I confess, I do not know what equivalent may delight you in turn, so consider this a negotiation. But what interests me most would be to taste you.

[ He’s being intentionally provocative with his words, naturally. He can’t help it because considering what he actually means, the play of words is too amusing to pass up. But a he elaborates, his tone shifts from lightly salacious back to playful. ]

Your soul, at least. I have never taken a taste of the divine before, and as a gourmand, I am extraordinarily curious what it is like.