"Did Isabella immortalize you yet? Apparently it has a slow de-aging effect."
"She hasn't, she was rather busy." He shrugs. "No rush, I'm fairly certain I've got a century left in me anyway."
"That's convenient, though let's avoid assisted suicide in the name of vanity."
Prime nods. "I never said I liked the people that would have tried it."
"Hello," says Prime, completely unaware that he is talking to a god.
"If you're eyeing me up as a volcano sacrifice I will teleport to the portal, run through, break it, and you'll never see me again."
"No volcano sacrifices, try not to cry about their loss," snorts Idania. "Gods don't sacrifice people, that would be stupid."
"Nevermind the other things that it would also be. Thank you for your discretion, regardless."
"This is an Adarin, right, Rae? That is, he sounds like Isabella's husband the same way I sound like her?"
"What about a caterpillar becoming a butterfly? A really sarcastic butterfly?"