Well. He didn't really say much, did he? And he wasn't a toucher either, obviously. After a long, awkward moment, Lottie let her hand fall. She had meant it as an offering of friendship, but he wasn't ready for that, apparently. That was alright, there were other ways to be friendly. And she knew them all, because she invented them.
Philotes gave him a kind smile and said, “It must be rather strange for you. Down here, I mean. It's a lot brighter up above, and I would bet it's almost blinding up on top of that mountain, isn't it? Just because it's not that bright down here, though, doesn't mean there aren't beautiful things to see. Oh, but, you should know, some of them are dangerous too. The beautiful things. It's how they get close to go all growly on somebody. So, you know, until you get to know your way around? It's probably best to assume anything down here is willing to bite you in some way or another. Even the rivers.”
Then her smile brightened as she added, “Except me. I don't bite, I promise. I think sometimes my siblings wish I was a little more aggressive, some of them are really pretty crunchy, but I'm just not. I tried, but it upsets me when I have to be mean. I cry when I have to end a friendship, even when it's really for the best in the long run, it's hard in the short term to see people unhappy. I'd like for everybody to be happy.”
There was a little shrug as she realized she'd gotten somewhat off course and she mentally pulled herself back to the god in front of her. “You didn't tell me your name. So I'm not sure what to call you. I mean, the mortals have a whole highness and majesty thing about titles for their kings. Is that what you'd prefer? I can do that. Or you can tell me your name if you want. Or I can just call you... um... sire? What would you like?”