Belial certainly wasn't forgetting that anytime soon; the mental images were far too entertaining, for one. Besides, he always liked having information about someone.

The feel of Anubis's aura brought back memories of sun and sand and pyramids and the Nile, of the scent of papyrus flowers and incense. He missed Egypt; he'd have to go back there one day, though it would never be the same as it had been in the days of the Pharaohs.

He wondered how Anubis and the rest of his pantheon felt, if a visitor felt this much, but he wasn't about to ask.