the devil is not as black as he is painted
Flattery would absolutely get the handsome accepted where he wanted to go. Farther even should his luck hold.
"Perhaps, though I am not religion the way that you perhaps found it in your world. I have no book of doctrine, no things one must do to curry favour with me. Nor am I just a figment of one's imagination, a story passed from generation to generation. I am here, sugar, unlike the gods of many." Safrin chuckled, taking another sip from her cup.
"As for purpose? Well...I suppose that all depends on what sort of life you feel like living. That said, you know you'd look marvelous as a bear..." She hummed, reaching out to touch one of the silvery scars running along his cheek. "An eagle maybe...or a snake."
"Perhaps, though I am not religion the way that you perhaps found it in your world. I have no book of doctrine, no things one must do to curry favour with me. Nor am I just a figment of one's imagination, a story passed from generation to generation. I am here, sugar, unlike the gods of many." Safrin chuckled, taking another sip from her cup.
"As for purpose? Well...I suppose that all depends on what sort of life you feel like living. That said, you know you'd look marvelous as a bear..." She hummed, reaching out to touch one of the silvery scars running along his cheek. "An eagle maybe...or a snake."
