"Stuttering now, are we? That's they way to get girls," Pan teased in his casual way, laughing brightly. He gave those shrinking shoulders one more squeeze before letting the man go, hooking his thumbs into the back pockets of his jeans, leaving him looking rather like a crane, his hips slouched forward as his long arms bent back. "Wrong with you?" Pan squinted and leaned in, trying to peer directly into the eyes of the smaller man, looking critically at him. "You get cracked on the head or something? Don't remember who you are?" He was confused, then a truly terrible thought dawned on him.
"Oh no, you're not one of those... needy reincarnates, are you? Oh Jesus Christ on a cum-covered cracker! Of course I'd stumble into one of you," he moaned, rolling his eyes. "So you don't even know who you are but you've got powers stronger than me, a real god? Fuck you, man. Just fuck you." There was not nearly so much venom to his voice as he would have liked, and he positively pouted at the other man, folding his arms up and hunching his shoulders. "Okay, fine. So you've got powers. Who else caused people to freak the fuck out?" He was talking to himself now, pacing as he tapped one long finger to his chin.
"Could be any measure of the monsters, those things freaked everyone out, but could you blame them? Who else? Who else? Come on, think of family, man. Shit, I've really got to lay off the pot. Well, you might not even be from my pantheon. But you feel familiar, so probably. Unless you're one of those new-spawned Romans who hopped into existence off our hard-earned reputation. If that's the case, fuck you in the ear, man! I'm not helping a Roman knock-off." He shot the other a suspicious glare, very annoyed with the whole situation. "Just don't set people off again, okay? It's all well and good for a joke, but I'd like to not have my ass kicked, okay?"