𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓪, 𝓠𝓾𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓞𝓯 𝓞𝓵𝔂𝓶𝓹𝓾𝓼.

— I'd say it's taken you long enough.

— Need something?

— Alright, sure. I'll meet you in the bedroom, don't be late.

— ...Oh, that's fine then.

— Then evoid having kids with them.

— How about just don't? I don't enjoy turturing and cursing mortals, it has become quite boring.

— Bored.

— I don't... Do I?

— Zeus!

— I will pretend I didn't hear it.

— Sounds good to me.

— I can accept that.

— Yeah it is!

— It's pretty much the same!

— Yeah, you don't let me do anything there tho!

—... What is it.

— I... You can spend the night, just don't play with my trust.

A light was seen in her eyes after a very long time, but she wasn't ready to admit it was there.

— I hope you're not lying just to spend the night.

— When you fix that whole thing, you might.

She's pretty much flabbergasted.

— I... Nope, nope.

—... Great, now I am dry as a desert, good job.

She pats him in the back and starts to walk out.

— This whole thing is very much off putting.

—... I'm using ducktape on you, I refuse to deal with this.

— Great, now you can stay quiet for the rest of the week.

— Not nearly enough of it.