"Well, I get that. We're amazing," Euterpe said with a shrug, with absolute sincerity and not a hint of false modesty.
She sighed again, thinking carefully about her next words. She didn't like having to account for other people's ridiculous ideas of sin, especially when they were wrong and for a not-real god anyway. "So maybe what we do is give this some time to think." She looked at him. "Six months," she told him. "If you still feel this way in six months, if you're not turning into some ball of guilt and agony every time you choke the chicken with me in mind, then we'll talk about this again."