"Where's Kunimi?" Kimi's the knife, but-- giving up on his coughing, Sotero looks around a little nervously. Some shinki are big, after all. Some of them can be pretty scary.

"--Anyway, it's none of your business what kind of god I am. Not everybody comes to those parties, right?"

He's clearly trying to sound very certain of his assertion, but his voice wavers a little nonetheless.