Oh absolute lord. Kravitz watches her all too closely, trying to parse this in the least without looking like an absolute disaster. “Is this— Istus?” He finally manages to choke out, ripping his eyes from where they were absolutely staring at her mouth. “Unless you’ve picked up another god in your menagerie of service. At which point I don’t know where you’re keeping them all.”

He tries to figure something out, just keeps talking instead. “And is it really stealing if you’re ‘cool’ with them? Is this a celestial event? If you have an invite it’s not— crashing, really, I— are we supposed to be here or not?”

Unfortunately, he’s going to just keep babbling unless he’s stopped. “How did we both end up here, anyway? My Lady usually informs me if I need to be present for some form of event.”