It never ceased to amaze Bast at how bashful he could be sometimes. More like the Shadow of a dust-bunny than a half-god built like a linebacker. Her tail twitched and a she nodded. //I'll hold you to that, hmm? It's my job to know secrets.//

Then she grinned. //Please. Irish cream, naturally. In a bowl or with a straw if you've got one.//