He nodded, pausing, before checking out the rack, going over several of the weapons that had  gone out of use, a few of them so unusual that he had no idea how to even hold them. After a moment, he shook his head, and came back to the present. "Sure, I intend to be using everything I can, though I will stop short of actually hurting you. Hate to explain to Amaterasu why her mother is singed when she comes back. Or to everyone else why I have so many holes in me."<br/><br/>He spent a half hour a day at most fighting her, getting a feel for how to work against a close combat god, which he effortlessly worked into his schedule. It let him spend time with her, and try to get to know her better, though he suspected it would be like trying to ice skate uphill at best. He continued his experiments, directing scouting parties to various planes, slowly working them outward from the randomly selected original starting points. He also spent some time in the desert plane, aware that every action he took, despite his original intention to be CN, had painted him CG, and had to continue that course, especially after a couple of the single human women he had rescued bumped into him in the street, and he somehow ended up hiring both of the gorgeous women to clean his home. Not that he was complaining, they were rather beautiful, and they got the prestige of living with and working for the him.