He gave her a look, as if he was starting to go through the said few hundred good reasons, before grinning and shrugging. "Hardly right place and time, more like wrong place, wrong time, and wrong actions, and got very few constraints on said power. And you have no idea how much that scares the other gods. I am the first mortal to ever leap frog up to about... Well, on a scale of 0-20, I am somewhere between a 10 and a 14 on the divine charts. So right now, I am pretending to have very few goals in an attempt to appear harmless, which probably won't work, but I have to at least try or it might be the entire freaking pantheon against me. And while I like hopeless battles against swarms of enemies, I don't like the ones where the odds of surviving more than a minute are that long.<br/><br/>As for god of what, I have a list. Hang on, where did I put it..."<br/><br/>He pulled out and dismissed several notepads, before cursing and pulling out a small pile and burying his arm up to his shoulder, feeling around in the depths of the pile, muttering about needing a better filing system. After a moment, he pulled out three notepads, and dismissed the pile, before shoving two of them into the seat beside him. "Finally found those, been looking for them for a while. Anyhoo..."<br/><br/>He flipped through the pages, and then shrugged. "I am the god of 'Doing Shit Because I can.' Next questions?"