The God didn't have a strong grip, he could have pulled away, but the thought never occurred to him, even after Will whistled, which was normally a signal for Much to tackle him. Other thoughts were occurring to him instead, Let that sourpuss loosen up. Seduce her--- Much had never used the word sourpuss in his life (except in the context of a sourpuss martini) but the words were in his head, and sounded like they were in his voice, so they must be his.
Leila did need to loose up, anyway! She was so tense, all the time, and he just wanted her to enjoy herself. "Leila," he said, reaching out for her arm, stroking his thumb over her skin. He wanted to kiss her again, but that didn't seem right, didn't seem like enough, there needed to be more... some gesture. "Leila, I'm going to seduce you," said Much, who very much believed in mission statements, and grinned at her, a plan in his eyes.