[He supposes he can keep rubbing Mephisto’s ear with one hand and sliding his fingers through his hair with the other. It’s kind of relaxing, honestly.

That question gives him pause. Oh, if only the people around him knew the thing that gave him his ability, and how it came about.]

Like the Christian god? No. Some omnipotent being sitting in the clouds watching people suffer and not doing a goddamn thing about it? Fuck that.

[He glances questioningly at Mephisto.]

Are you saying you’re a god?

[Seriously? Of course Mephisto is fucking with him. He has to be.]