The god took a quick step back. The residue of the stones made his movements more erratic. The time effect on him sped them up but the strain it put on him on his body made slowed his reactions here and there. He shook his head.
"If you believe that breaking into a man's home, gets you his trust, you are harshly mistaken. Leave. Don't ever come back." A knife appeared in his hand. He was ready to throw it.