He chuckled at the quickness of her response. The woman knew what she wanted. Certainly not a bad quality in a woman. The god turned his attention to the book and phone on the ground. He stretched out ghostly fingers into their direction and willed them to vanish into his pocket dimension.
They did not budge.
A grunt of displeasure and a glare were throwing into the items' direction. He had spent a lot of his energy on the spell that strengthened Scarlet and had even transferred some of his to her. That did not mean he liked to be reminded of his weakened state. Even more so, he did not like to be reminded that he had hardly any other method of dealing with the items without changing form. A stunt which would cost more energy. He was trapped in his incorporeal self, unable to perform a mundane task. His capabilities were far behind Scarlet's.