Pan thought of things a little differently. He liked it all, of course, but when it came down to it he liked pussy over cock. Not that he was exceptionally picky, any port in a storm as the saying went. He didn't like them big and strapping, men or women, but he was a god associated with the earth. With people, with humanity. Hell, Pansexuals were even named after him, or so the saying went. Women were always the first choice, but getting laid was getting laid. Having emotions attached to it was an odd concept for him. Pan fell in and out of love as fast as he got in and out of a person. Love and lust were intertwined in his mind, and love faded along with the afterglow.
"Oh good! I do like to be remembered," he quipped with an obnoxiously bright grin. "Remember me tonight, when you're reading that book that makes you blush, huh?" He suggested, pointing at her with both fingers and clicking his tongue. He really did enjoy embarrassing her, winding people up was a favorite hobby.
He was halfway out the door when she caught up and kept flinging questions at him. He was honestly not sure if she was a soul he knew, but she felt just familiar enough that he did not want to risk triggering a memory. Those things got messy, and he disliked messy. And clingy. And all that. Better to run and let the mortals figure things out for themselves. Or not! He wasn't picky. "Look, I never was very good with names, okay? We've discussed this, even I remember talking about it, and I don't remember anything, normally." He turned again, walking quickly, taking advantage of his long legs to try and speed himself away from the female.