"Brat. You eat it all, you get to get us takeout when we get home." Oh, he didn't know all the intricacies - still - of Paul's family? But he had a pretty good idea that Hathor would be well-received. "I'll see you in an hour, mo chroi."
And he turned to her, slipping his phone back into a pocket. "We can take the BART in, and I'll drive you back out for your car later this evening, if that's alright?" Speed, he thought, was more of the essence than making sure Seti didn't find them. The little calculating part in the back of his mind said that, too, if they ran into any of the others, he would have another situation to view Ellen in. The larger part of him noted that he was already prepared to kick the shit out of anyone who tried to hurt her.
It was odd, actually, how little it took to convince him that Ellen would be good company, and probably even a good friend. Though when the alternative was a variety of insane gods and people who wanted to hurt those who were already his family... perhaps not that surprising after all. Besides. She caught his puns. And joked with him. And spoke Gaelic, even with an off accent. He couldn't help but be pleased by that.
So. To the station, then. A champion escorting a queen. They turned heads, even if they weren't trying.
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Date: 2009-02-22 03:05 am (UTC)And he turned to her, slipping his phone back into a pocket. "We can take the BART in, and I'll drive you back out for your car later this evening, if that's alright?" Speed, he thought, was more of the essence than making sure Seti didn't find them. The little calculating part in the back of his mind said that, too, if they ran into any of the others, he would have another situation to view Ellen in. The larger part of him noted that he was already prepared to kick the shit out of anyone who tried to hurt her.
It was odd, actually, how little it took to convince him that Ellen would be good company, and probably even a good friend. Though when the alternative was a variety of insane gods and people who wanted to hurt those who were already his family... perhaps not that surprising after all. Besides. She caught his puns. And joked with him. And spoke Gaelic, even with an off accent. He couldn't help but be pleased by that.
So. To the station, then. A champion escorting a queen. They turned heads, even if they weren't trying.