“Well,” Margo followed him as he gestured to where they could sit and she draped herself lazily across a couch, getting very comfortable. It wasn’t the temple of Hearth and Home which had big, comfy pillows everywhere, but it would do. “I guess someone had to pop your cherry.” She looked over to Seth with a perpetual, tiny smile fixed on her mouth.

“You know, if you wanted your priests to step outside for a little while, to take a break or grab a cup of tea or something, I’m sure they would listen to you.” Her eyebrows raised and she gave a facial shrug. Margo didn’t mind being watched. She’d fucked a crown prince while his entourage was just outside, still within earshot. Shame was something she was clearly lacking, and yet Margo craved privacy here. Had becoming a deity changed her?

“Or…” She canted her head, studying him carefully with her eyes roaming his body, head to toe. “Are you the type who gets off on having an audience?” Margo eyed him, clearly very interested in his answer. This wasn’t casual question. She was sizing him up, evaluating what kind of person she thought he was in and out of the bedroom.