[He keeps an eye out for any visual clues of how 'he' is supposed to react from Im's face from the corner of his eyes, but for once the priest is frustratingly not forthcoming about how he feels. So Apophis dodges into a nonverbal hum while he rests his hands against his hips and looks out the window once more with what will hopefully count as a thinking face.]

He probably let his guard down some once he figured all the fightin's done. The lull right after a won big battle is the perfect time for ambushes.

[It's when he would have attacked, had he still been able to. Apophis heaves a deep sight and then summons up his best playfully confident face as he slaps his hand down on the smaller teen's shoulder.]

Well! No senses crying over would-haves, could-haves! If we gotta help ourselves, then let's go do just that! Also, did you just call Thoth "father"? Duuuude~~