An idea is forming. A terrible, wonderful idea.

"You should tell her that," he says, as mildly as he's able, and takes another sip of his sake. It's really good sake, smooth and cool. Far too classy for a guy like him. "It's clear she likes him. They're always spendin' time together... but I think she might be worried about bein' a god, and dating a shinki, you know? He offers Ayumu a warm -- and not a little conspiratorial -- grin. "Some folks have a problem with that kind of thing."