"God no." He tosses her a glance over his shoulder, a quick grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. He's not, but they don't have all the time in the world either. If he's going to spend it somewhere, he'd rather it be in the company of some very old Egyptian texts instead of wine and trinkets. "I thought you liked men with a bit of ambition."

He pauses at the doorway of the offertory room, listening hard for footsteps or any hint of movement. Guards, priests-- and them without a terribly solid idea about the layout of the place.