[As a cursed spirit, he is sensitive to emotions such as fear. Sadness. Anger. The fury that rolls through her settles heavy on his tongue and he drinks in her reactions to what he says and does. Suitable amusement for now.

An eyebrow raises at her and he wants to laugh.]

Oh? [Is that what she thinks he likes? How cute.] Big tits are fun.

[He is gross and looks down at her chest, but keeps the smile on his face.] I find more interest in something a bit lower on the body. [ANY FUCKING WAY!!!]

But you're wrong to think I would like any god.