Khonshu smiled still, noting that the man did not correct his name, either avoiding the absurdity or unconsciously accepting. He took the book in bandaged hands, wanted very much to actually touch the illustration, but knowing it would smear the work and he could not bear to taint it. There was power in the image, a certain symbolism, and he admired it.

"Perhaps your mind is trying to tell you something," offered Khonshu, voice sly. Despite his desire to see Ra, there was a certain intrigue to this avatar he had chosen. He was a very mild man, which meant he would at least be obedient to commands.

Unlike some people Khonshu could name.

"I would very much like it," he said, and he began the careful process of removing it from the book. "Your price?" Khonshu didn't hesitate to think he could not afford whatever would be asked.