That surprised him. But words were one thing, actions another. "We'll see." He rose then. "Dawn is soon at hand. I need to change." He didn't know if she'd ever seen him dressed as the god he was. One way or another he'd see where this led.
"Do as you like in the meantime." He wouldn't stop her if she'd leave now. He walked to his room himself. When he returned he'd left behind his mortal mask. He emerged dressed as he'd once had, in nothing but a long loincloth and blue paint. A headdress of feathers sat on his head and the same feathers were tied to all his limbs. He'd painted his face as he'd once had in war. If anything, he'd see the mortal off as what he'd been before.
Subtly he was different. More god then man. The heat radiated off his skin almost visibly, and when he sat before his icon he looked detached. The most obvious thing were his eyes, as they blazed brightly.