Nahash's smile only failed to maintain its intensity when the mad god entered the room, the attention-grabbing figure he was. Of course, if she were to tell the truth, then she would have to admit that part of the attention he grabbed was almost certainly due to her own disdainful opinion of the deity.

Her serpents were there to express what she did not; hissing came forth from her 'hair' as it twisted and turned, half of its attention focused on the mad one, while the other half remained split between the rest of the room, albeit mostly towards Sombra. Their tongues flicked in agitation as Nahash watched the mad deity, and Nahash initially refrained from acknowledging his 'challenge' in the form of his self-made throne.

The noise that came from him, for all of its cacophonous dissonance, was a mere annoyance. What his heart held was far more distracting. Of all the gods, Nahash understood Erisbili the least. She knew the mind well, and his mind was no exception, but it was a tangled mess. She could-- in a broad sense- understand him, but the dissonance from a more 'mundane' structure was compounded by her significant distaste towards the mad god; it was as disconcerting--and confusing- for Nahash as communing with a man with no face would be for a human.

Del Sombra interrupted her slow dissent into a negative mood with her timely arrival into the serpent's lap, and her smile became wholly genuine; the distraction was welcome, as was the goddess. Lowering one hand from the coil her back rested against, the Albino Gorgon brushed her fingers against the head of the other deity's feline form. That the form's corporeality was optional was of no concern to Nahash; it was a kind greeting of her own.

And if some of her 'hair' hissed smugly in Erisbili's general direction, it was not acknowledged by Nahash, and thus was similarly of no consequence. Instead, she chose to spoke to the other goddess, despite expecting absolutely no answer. "Something has your interest, dear Secret Keeper." It could be judged by the tone in her dulcet voice that it was not a question.