Harold nodded at her words.  "I know she wasn't trying to intentionally be mean, or get me worked up, but I had just arrived, had no idea what was going on.  So I let my mouth get the better of me.  But like I said, I already apologized.  And to be honest, I couldn't care less about who my divine parent might be.  As far as I'm concerned, I've got two loving parents at home, who, even though they sent me here without a word of explanation, I love with all I've got.  And whoever the god or goddess might be, the way I see it, they owe my parents for eighteen years of child support."<br/><br/>As she asked her question, he found himself leaning in even closer, inches from her face.  His hand moved from his chest to rest on her hip, stroking it slowly, lightly.  "Oh, I might find myself taking liberties with you.  Kissing you, touching you in ways a gentleman shouldn't touch a lady he just met."