Oh? Camelot's queen had a bit of snip to her yet, it seemed. Whilst he held upheld himself as the almighty pharaoh he was, there was but one being that stood above perfection. Anyone who understood that was, of course, of sound mind. "Hahaha! You possess impeccable judgment! The sun's light may only be gazed upon directly as it reflects off the glorious moon, after all!" As if to prove his point, Ozymandias uncrossed his arms. His eyes were focused on Nefertari, and one arm stretched out to point at his chanting queen and all her ongoing works. Medjed multiplied and moved about all the items Nefertari thought to put in place within the city. Meanwhile, Ozymandias could do naught but stare through the twinkle of his own eye. "Look at that. Look. At. That!" he stated. Never had there been something more worth watching. Well... he'd be lying if he actually said that. There were quite a few things he had a greater interest in watching, as a matter of fact. Alas, all of those things still involved Nefertari... but were not things he needed to share with the general public, for the sake of their own sanity. Though there were officially some things higher on his list, observing the woman at work was no less magnificent than it had always been. Such enjoyment transcended reality twice over, spanning two worlds already and certainly reaching the next as well. "Be warned, ye Mighty! Set foot in one building, and you may never want to leave this island," he said. Though... now that he'd spoken such words, there was something concerning. "You don't have transportation up here either, do you?"