"I think very few people are suited to it but presumably Abadar helps him find those."

"I mean, I hope he's not picking randomly. Or based on, uh, bone structure."

"I'm sure our insistence on this point must seem very naive to foreigners but the pharaoh's really not just a human king."

"Probably has all the wives just for extra political advisors and has never even considered how they look."

Glare. "I think so, yes. It's what I'd do if I were appointed to that much responsibility and it'd be astonishing if Abadar couldn't make his aspect as serious about their job as any random cleric."

"You're not a random cleric, though, right, what percentage make eighth level? One in three hundred? And there's a sense in which Abadar picked you from the entire population of Osirion entirely on merit, making you one in a couple hundred thousand. He has to pick the pharaoh from a much smaller population than that. Probably he's still very meritorious because he can Wish himself smarter than me and wiser than you and then stack that with the fanciest headband and that'll do well for most anyone."

"Even if the pharaoh were in fact advertised to be Abadar straight-up possessing some dude I think you might be overestimating how impressed I would be about that, anyway."

"The gods have a lot of limitations -"

"You could put it that way."

" - but I think they're different than the limitations human kings have. Gods don't go to lengths to stay in power or crush their rivals for the throne or become a lich or unexpectedly have a change of heart - in a good direction or a bad one - I think it'd be an error to assume the pharaoh can be lobbied to change his mind on, say, charitable healing services, and I think it's the same error to assume he's using his time on pretty girls just because that's what some humans would do." 

"Hey now, I agreed with you that he definitely wasn't doing that."

"I don't think we actually have that much information on the private lives of gods. Do we?"

"I guess not."

"In other countries they tell more risque stories about the gods, I think."

"They do! There's bawdy hymns in certain locales."

"Ooooh. Do you know any?"

"I know six - no, seven verses of Nocticula's Favored."

"Well, go on."

She snorts and sings. She's not bad. The song is of course in drow.

Then they will not properly appreciate it, except Mahdi, who has Tongues prepared and casts it.

Each verse is about a different beloved worshiper of Nocticula's meeting her in the Abyss and getting rewarded for their service. The seventh verse is about her smuggling them all out of the Abyss with her in light of her alignment change. They are smuggled out under her clothes and keep distracting her.

It's great.

"We'll have to take your word for it."

"Pity comprehend languages doesn't work on other people."

"It really is."