Later that night they arrive into D.C. Bes instructs Azelee to pull into an old hotel. 'I got us a room here, nothing too fancy but it has a bed and a shower and it's not too well known so it can keep us hidden." He says as he lifts his baggage out of the trunk and walks the flight of stairs to their room.
Nodding she followed to the room and once the door was closed shifted to her clouded leopard form and curled up near the door just in case. Looking to him with a large feline yawn before laying her head down. She had learned long ago how to use blessed threads to enchant a couple of outfits to hide beneath her fur .
"You know the bed IS big enough for the both of us" Bes says as Azalee lays her head down on the floor. "And it looks much more comfortable then that floor."
He takes his jacket off and neatly folds it placing it on the chair. "You've been driving all day, you can use a proper rest."
The clouded leopard looked over to him then to the bed and seemed to shrug as it moved leaping to the bed and curling up once more. Watching the door and window as it laid there.
"Show off" he says chuckling as she jumps into bed. He too starts to remove the spell that has him looking like a mortal. As he does his skin turns from a dark brown to a brownish gold color, his skin almost shimmering. He grows even taller and his muscles become more defined.
After his transformation is complete he pulls off his shirt and walks into the shower. "I think I'm going to shower before bed" he says letting Azalee get a good look of his muscular body.
Him dropping the mortal image spell was potentially a double edged sword. A brief drop in power sometimes grabs creature attention and then fully return to natural for offered the scent held by most deities would now be present. She did watch him vanish into the other room then batted at the buttons on the TV remote till it flashed to life. Batting at the channel button she stopped the search running across a human movie about " supernatural beings" she found most of them laughable but in this instance of being stuck with a dethroned God she could use a laugh.
Minutes later, Bes wanders back into the living room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and looks at the leopard watching TV. "Find anything good?" he asks before plopping himself into the bed next to her. 'Some of this human entertainment can be quite enjoyable"
"This movie again? I've seen it like 4 times already" He says reaching for the remote to turn the TV off. He then looks down at Azalee, hogging a good bit of the bed. He sighs and pulls on the blankets closing his eyes too.
Shifting around at some point in the night from noises outside she was at the foot of the bed as if on a branch with one hind leg hanging off the bed eyes locked on the door and window.
The feline snorts she did not like being in cities. Her home was the wild not this. Hopping off the bed she paced. She couldn't exactly go hunting to tire herself and stick in this room was wearing thin.
Watching her he rolls out of bed himself and reaches for his back pack and pulls out a bottle of whisky he bought with himself from the bar "Now you may have to turn back into your human form for this, but it might help getting to sleep" he says holding it up to her and smiles.
Popping the bottle open he takes a long swig of it and passes it to Azalee. "So tell me something, why do you hate me so much? Or is it gods in general you dislike?" he says watching her.
"What do you mean dealt with? Well quite a few, like I said, felines were worshiped where I'm from. Now if you're asking me how many of your type I've slept with, well a bit less then quite a few"
Bes can't help but laugh at the confused face that Azalee makes when he mentions sleeping with her kind "Oh don't give me that look, is it that hard to believe that Feralna would want to share a bed with me? Egyptian gods and your kind have quite a long history Azalee, many of your kind and mine have shared a bed."
"You think so low of me?" Bes asks, his voice booming. "I was a God of desire and pleasure, do you really think I would have to FORCE someone to bed with me my little Ferlena?" He asks his Golden brown eyes fixed on her.
Then breathing deep he places his hand on her chin to turn her head so shes facing him "I won't lie, there are those amongst the gods that have used your type against their will, but not of us gods are evil, just like not all of your type are God killing Femme Fatales"
She told him about what she dealt with at the hands of Set. The years of combat and abuse of whatever he felt like doling out. Her hand moved to her ankle where a faded scar circled the entire ankle.
Bes's finger gently traces along the scar. Leaning forward he kisses her ankle and looks up at her "Nothing like that will come of you while you are under my service, as long as we are together, I will do my best to make sure you aren't harmed." he says kissing her again.