I mean, you would come to me, and then you'll try to get me to trust you. We'll talk for days, weeks, months. Everyday, sometimes you'll stay the night, and hold me. You can make me smell him, feel him. I know. But you won't get anything out of me this time.
Nothing.
Not a single reaction. So try all you want. This will be over the sooner you just face me like a real Demi-God would.