[A smile, chin tilted down as he looks at the sink. He carefully places the dishes in and then drums his fingers on the counter. The please gets a fond laugh and his finally looks up at her.] To me you've always been more than an all knowing god. More than a reaper. What's more to me might be less to you. The friendship we have doesn't have anything to do with the gifts you possess. It's ordinary, regular in a way I think is good. We have tacos and go to karaoke and you're the best friend I ever had, even when things were bad. When you tell me about your siblings, they never seem like they could be more the way you are. Less, if you look at it like a god. [He smiles.] I know you hate hearing that.