She narrowed her eyes in calculating almost-confusion at his question. Good lord, was- was she the first unaffiliated god he had ever met? A teasing smile curled her lips, and she purred, "I can't say that if I don't even know your name."
"It's George. Er, Saint George, I suppose."
"Oh, the boy dragon-slayer," Tea grinned, thoroughly amused by his nonplussed expression. "Yes, I've heard of you."
George raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure 'boy' would be the right word, but yes, that's me."
"Mm, of course," she chuckled. It never got old, the pretensions of child-gods in their early years. "As to your question- I suppose Chinese, if origin is what counts, though I am of any place where I am drunk. I'm not in a pantheon in the sense that your Christ or Kali are. I simply am."