"I mean, that sounds like Khonshu and Taweret, to me," Steven points out. "Sounds like Marc, come to think of it."

(Hey! Oh, it's fine, I'm not mad about it, Marc. But you definitely are tied to me without much choice in the matter, and definitely I don't understand you.)

Marc grumbles something unintelligible at the tease. "Though I guess you had a choice in that one," Steven has to admit out loud, to Layla, turning where directed and stopping in front of the right door.