The response, at first, had him bristling though he tried to keep it under control; as difficult as it was, it wouldn't do to figuratively pound his chest and make a scene of his possessiveness over her. It got even harder watching her nearly glow with happiness, he assumed, over this man that apparently was taking care of her. His jaw was tense with jealousy, even as she spoke that he was a god; or perhaps only more so. If she was attempting to make him jealous, it was thoroughly working.
"Who is he?" It was attempted to be said in an even keel, though it wasn't quite achieved.