Her subtle hint had not hit it's mark and she sighed. She'd need to be clearer, apparently. But now she knew she had the right creature. "No. I'm not here for shoes. I'm here to be kind, and tell you this in person."
"I know of you because of Alistair. He came to me, returned really, and I find myself in love with him. You and I spoke, you wanted to meet me. That, is fine. What I'm here for is because you called him yours. I'm simply here to inform you, you are wrong." She hopped on the counter, sitting there like she owned the place. "He's mine. He comes to me, worships me and I'll have no silly little creature with a box of cereal claim that he owns a mortal who is clearly chasing me. If you were like me, a god, I would think about sharing. But you're barely a step up from a mortal. I won't have that. I share him enough as is."
She smiled again, and even through insulting him and calling him less then she was she'd stayed perfectly friendly (in her eyes). She wasn't as powerful as she'd once been, but she was still a goddess. Surely, he'd see reason in her words.