<strong>"You are trying to tell me that my mother fucked a god?"</strong>Aileen said, her voice flat.  She didn't tend to use vulgarity, but this situation just seemed to call for it.  He seemed to believe it, but really?  That was what he wanted to tell her?<br/><br/><strong>"What are you on?" </strong>She asked as she shook her head, her pigtails swaying, her fingers drumming against her arms.<strong>"The gods are just stories Francis, no matter what you want to believe.  I don't know what you've read, or what you've consumed, but my mother did not have sex with some god."</strong><br/><strong><br/>"So.  Let's say this is true."</strong>Aileen said, more out of curiosity than anything else.  He had to have some sort of angle here.<strong> "What does this matter to me?  You're saying I'm Hercules?"  </strong>The thought made her bark out a laugh.<strong>"I'm a seventeen year old cheerleader, not a body builder in ancient Greece.  But fine, if there are relics.  Show me one."</strong>She stared at him as she finished speaking, not at all believing that he would be able to produce any such thing.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Jaded rolled: 11d10<br/>Comment: Roll<br/>Result: 10, 2, 10, 1, 8, 2, 9, 2, 1, 2, 9, <br/><br/>2+2+1+1+1=7</div></div>