"It's John" he replied, bringing the cigarette up to his lips. Correcting a God? Nice one... He cursed himself inside his mind but kept up his typical confident appearances. "And yeah, you 'ave" he added. He could remember the first time too. He had asked for help finding drowned bodies off the coat in Hawaii. A ritual had been set up, and prayers given, asking for the Gods help in finding the bodies of the people he once knew so he could find answers. And the ritual had worked, the prayers heard. How would John ever forget that? It was thanks to the God that he was able to put those souls to rest. With his aid, of course.
"So, what's brought you here? I don't imagine you hear many prayers all the way up here" he said casually. While John respected the God, he would never speak to them as if they some higher power. He talked to them almost as equals which spoke volumes about his ego. Or perhaps just that he maybe thought they could do with being spoken to normally.