Two Eyes Cenote Does he speak to you now?

The girl with endless questions thought about his answer carefully. Which was not an easy thing to do, because now that the fellow was no longer agitated and eager to save the world (and express some worrying signs of madness), she noticed that he was handome. Devillishly, sinnfully so. His close proximity to her messed with her thoughts, while she tried very hard to formulate a conclusion. 

"Why do I have a feeling that I would hear something similar, regardless of, what would have happened here?" she arched an eyebrow and smiled. She assumed that his beliefs in gods were so solid that he would find an explanation of why they were right (or why there was a bigger plan in the works) even in the face of glaringly obvious facts of the contrary. She could not win an argument with him, if she wanted to change his mind. All she could do was to challenge him and observe him scramble for answers. 

"So - what are you to the new pharaoh? A brother? A lover? A former or future fiance?" she asked.