[Oh. That's so cute. He finally pushes his leg free to fall back near himself at the stage, humming thoughtfully.]

I'd remember a pretty girl's name, so I must not have met her. What a shame! My own god is a man named Hazel. He's a short, beautiful man with a cute accent. He's hard to miss, but I don't think he'll stick around here for long, today.

So you get along quite well with yours, then?