"Change is quite necessary when you live as long as I have" He iterates, lips pursed in distaste.
Rolling his eyes at the mans concentration on the clothes, the God lent against the door. He chooses his words carefully in his head before he speaks, his face a perfect mask of blank contemplation.
"I'm shall be away for a few days, perhaps longer. My clones will bring you food." He announced and then waited for the mans reaction.