"Yes, what is it? If it’s not already occurred to you, I may be too busy to speak.“

                                             _{“And who might you be?”}

“I’d ask you if I could help you, though I feel I won’t entirely care so much.”

                                                                 _{"… can I help you?“
                                                                          He sounds like he won’t help you.}

                                                                       "A fine evening, is it not?“

The Goddess pressed her lips tightly together, a thin brow raised in her feigned intrigue.

“… yes?”

He’s caused quite a scene in a shop in the city centre, and is being tossed from it immediately.

“Unhand me! I am a God, you filthy mortal-”

It’s apparent they’re not letting him back in there. He only wanted a drink. Not his fault it’s fun to wreak havoc and destroy things. With a smirk, he turns away, and stops, because someone’s looking his direction.

        “…

                                 … is there a reason for your incessant presence?”

He’s low on power, and teleporting to this place has hurt him pretty bad.

“Ah-… damn…”

Its midnight. Its too dark to read. He’s reading. He’s sat on a bench.

He’s interrupted.

“I’m rather busy, if you don’t mind.”