"I don't even know who I am," and that was the God's honest truth. He didn't know. He'd spent most of his time trying to make sure his other brothers knew - not himself. "Because we've known each other all of two days. And now you're in my bed singing at me... The world is becoming very strange."
He rolled his eyes at the fate thing. Very clearly he didn't believe in it. At all. And honestly, he was getting tired of hearing about it. "Keep your fate to yourself, thanks. I prefer to actually have control," like that wasn't obvious as all Hell.