She ponders his words, as she sips her own wine, and takes a little cookie, nibbling it slowly, lying on her side, facing him. "I suppose. Of course, compared to the other gods I've known... you care. The others did, too... but I've never known one who would spend as much time, effort, and power, going so far as to<em>kill</em>another god, to reply to an attack that only ended up killing around a dozen followers." She smiles. "I'm not saying you're wrong, far from it, but... you went a lot further than you had to, than anyone expected you to, than anyone had any reasonable belief you might. I think part of your problem is that you<em>do</em>care, perhaps even too much, and that you lead it personally. Other gods I've known would have found out about the imp, over the next.. twenty, thirty years, if not longer, then set plans in motion to direct a group of adventurers to stop one of his plans, and eliminate some of his followers. One for one, effectively. You... you simply escalated it all the way, which, while it send a message that you're not one to bother, it also says that you're dangerous, and anyone who might cross you accidentally might be destroyed by your zealous rampage. Again, n-not saying you'd do that, of course, but, well, you know..." She seems to realize she'd said far, far more than she'd intended, and blushes and falls into an awkward quiet.