The brim of his fedora was automatically turned down lower on the left side, an instinctive gesture on Horus' part. Sure, it had been eons ago, but one never quite forgot having their eye ripped out by a family member. His brain finally reminded him to use his words. "Likewise. It's been a long time."

He wondered if Pan knew they were both going to be there. Horus reminded himself to track the little trickster down later for a 'friendly' conversation. "I need another drink." He desperately did if he was going to deal with his uncle being here.