"Not too much trouble, nothing that couldn't be handled." Kazuma murmured as the butterflies in his stomach rioted. It would seem that even with them being an official item, doing such things in public (or as public as they could be in hiding) still provoked a sense of a thrilling gut-kick reaction out of him.

"And how were things on your end? Was there any new gods or goddess that proved to be wary of?"