She gives him a little unimpressed look, a little pursing of the lips. "I'm not in the market for any god, and these things aren't gods, anyway." She's seen gods, hell, fought them. These can't be gods, or they'd be tougher... but maybe she'd think different if she knew how deep she was in with one now.

"Most people don't kill themselves for fun. You had to have a reason to do that. So what was it?" Beau notes the movement on his shoulder, what he doesn't like, filing it down to know where to press later.