The warnings brushed off of Khonshu. He knew full well of what he was dealing with, what he wanted. "My patience is not endless," threatened Khonshu lowly, and he was quickly becoming sick of the man's blubbering.

Khonshu moved his hands, grasping instead on the man's wrists and holding tight. "When I draw these away," he said. "The face beneath will be Ra, and not you, insect, unless you want to be made very sorry."