"Souls? Not really. What is believed while they are alive is our business, I think." She shrugs faintly, she wasn't really going to get in a pissing contest with him over power. It wasn't like that for her. She had followers everywhere that there were humans, many countries were filled with people who did not know what a gun looked like first hand, then there were their shared followers. Even so, she was only half of her godhead, as it were, or at least, she and a few others she'd talked to believed that to be true. She did not think worshiping one of them, diminished another, really.
Those last few shots, the fire of a gun, the punch, all of it, those are done for simple sadism. She wonders for a moment if he's doing it just to have an effect upon her. Her eyes widen, her arms wrap around herself, by the time he's done and when he reaches for her hands again, she's somewhat glassy eyed. This close, and with him being a god, she was sparking power. Like small electric jolts dancing across her skin, easily felt when he takes her hands in his own. An agreeable nod is given to him, allowing him to lead her, uncaring that he's getting blood on her hands, or that it spatters his face, or continues to run from the cut at her throat down into her bodice.