He had come to probe and prod at her? Was she now some experiment with which to toy with? Maybe he hoped to draw out her holy blood for use in some inane ritual. The man's heka could have been mighty, but he seemed so... Righteous. It was the kind of behavior that hindered great minds. No, not her blood then.

She hummed.
If you think Sitamun's work is so lackluster, perhaps take your trinkets to her chambers and give her a lesson.
I am fine; I am perfect, in fact.

A yawn came from her then, perhaps forced - more than likely, given how much time she spent lounging among those furs - but it was a fluid motion, pretty, and silent. Her teeth caught the light in a flash;
she wished for a moment she carried venom like the serpent mazoi, or could spit it like the wild cobra. How fun that would be.

Her teeth clicked as her mouth closed, and she looked forlorn upon the man.

Oh, you are still here. But why? He was such a bore.