[Fair enough, because she's not sure where she stands with you either.]

...His name's Narvin. Sort of a bastard, actually, but he has friends who are all right, in particular this fellow who calls himself K. K's a good man, solid. And I doubt Narvin will be any more trouble on this count.

You can get used to anything, I suppose. It's been, what, a year and a half for me? At this point a god scarcely rates a yawn. Unless, of course, she manages to summon her entire pantheon to take over the Barge, but that's another story ... maybe one better told over a drink.