"Doubt it," says the tall man sitting alone at a table for two with a good view of the door. "I'm actually not even sure I know what an academic advisor is."

...She blinks. "It's, uh, this is a college, who are you?"

"Taskashre. And that," he gestures at the door and all that lies beyond it, "might be a college, but this," he gestures at the bar around them, "is a place between worlds. When I walked through that door this morning, I was coming from my palace. This place just does that."

She should probably be focusing on the whole "place between worlds" thing, but: "Your palace?"

"Mm? Yeah. I'm a god," he says casually.

"I'm an atheist." This is not the smartest thing to say but it's what comes out of her mouth anyway.

He laughs.

"In the world I come from, that would be like not believing in hills. But apparently different worlds can be very different places."

"I...guess??? Uh. Please don't smite me?"

"Don't worry," he assures her, "I won't. But if you want the gentlest proof of my divinity I can offer—"

A... sort of aura... fades into existence around him. It's visible as a kind of heat-shimmer wrapped around his body, and tangible as a sense of warmth and pressure and power radiating off him for a considerable distance in every direction. He lets it stand for a few seconds, then puts it away again.

"...Whoah. What would a not gentle demonstration be like? Uh, if you can answer in words, I'm not asking you to--"

"In my own world, anyone who'd felt the touch of a god's power before would immediately know I was one if I had sex with them. That and the aura are the only two things I can do that in my world only a god would be capable of—because the thing that happens when a god has sex with a mortal is that we share a little bit of our power, so anything else I have is something that a mortal could have too if they knew me well enough."

"Sex?"

He laughs again. He has a very good-natured laugh.

"I'm told it can sound very rude to people from different cultural contexts, but to me it's just the way of the world."

"I'm not offended," she hastens to assure him. "It's just...really surprising."

"Well, I'd be happy to give you my favour if you wanted it, but apparently it's against the rules to have sex in the main bar area so we'd have to go somewhere private."

"Uh. I'm. a. virgin? How does, uh, favoring...work?"

"—does 'I'm a virgin' mean 'no, I don't want that' or something else? And in what sense do you mean the question?"

"I--I mean--um, I'm sorry--I've never--I don't know if I want--and I mean, um--does it need--any specific kind of sex, can you pick what power--"

"My first gift is healing—for a day or so afterward, the people I favour are pretty much effectively immune to injury and disease. If I was trying to give you more power than that, I might have to favour you more than once to manage it, but I could give you at least a little of anything I have. Maybe not the teleportation. My teleportation is pretty tricky and I've never managed to give it to anyone; I think you'd have to be halfway to godhood yourself before it took. As for the other thing... if I say 'you have to receive my favour' does that get translated in a wildly unhelpful way?"

"Yep."

"I suspected it might. Well—how much do you even know about this—? If I said my divine favour is physically embodied as a substance, and serves to give someone my power only when it flows directly from my body to theirs...?"

"The word in my language is 'semen,' does that translate as a different word to you?"

"It translates as—the mortal equivalent, I guess? If I used that word for my favour it would be—like calling my hair 'feathers' or my hands 'paws'."

"I guess that makes sense."

He shrugs. "So—if you want it, you can have it. I give it to anyone in my territory who asks, and I don't see a good reason to do any less here. At home outside my own territory I'd have to worry about other gods being annoyed with me for trying to claim their followers, but here that doesn't seem to be a concern."