He nods. "Very well, Wren...." He paused as he ran his fingers through her hair. "...but you can't fault me if I accidentally slip and call you, my Fury." Her turning away did cause for some concern, but that was quickly faded when she looked back.
He thought about it, Gods don't exactly need food or drink, or even oxygen. Darkseid felt her desire to dismount from his lap, so he allowed it. He looked at her and grinned. "Just give me whatever you specialize in ways of beverages."
He then raised an eyebrow. "A God's intuition..." He said in a tone that could almost be registered as...playful."...for reasons unknown, even to me, I seem to have formed a connection."