He raised an eyebrow and got up from his seat, moving towards where she was with a sigh. He extended his hand to set it on her cheek, "I don't want servitude. I get that enough from all the other mortals around here. They all bow at my feet, sing my praises, and pretend that I didn't make them pray to a Snake." He sighed and drew back, "I don't need you pretending like it didn't happen. If you're angry at me, be angry. I need a friend more then I need them." he motioned out of the room and sighed, going back to the couch and sitting down.
"I feel old." He kicked his legs up onto the table and sighed.