To be honest, Rauko can't decide which is creepier- the looks she's been getting from the porcelain woman, or the censor's predatory smile. Neither really leaves her feeling too comfortable and secure about her fate here in the near future... but in the end, she has to go with the god. Because now she's wondering if perhaps that's why he's so portly...<br/><br/>"Umm... So, my options are to an indeterminate lifetime in servitude, or an indeterminate lifetime in hiding?" The infiltrator rolls her tongue over her lips, trying desperately to think of a way out of this situation. She may be good at hiding, but how does a mortal hide from a god? And what would happen when he decides to come after her? "I... um... in what capacity would you have me serve you? Surely a mortal has little to offer to a god..."