"You're confused." Boniface notes, sitting neatly across from you, his legs neatly crossed as he calmly looks over the menu. It was a rather fancy restaurant the god had brought you too, and the prices of the food were way out of your price range but isn't that what a sugar daddy is for? "I completely understand why you'd be met with awe in my presence, darling." He waved a hand through his hair that flowed like an elegant mist. Everything about the guy screamed radiance and demanded revere.

"The explanation's rather cliche if you think about it," He started, placing the menu down. "You and I were lovers in the past. When I found out you were in debt and looking for a 'sugar daddy' I made use of my power to guarantee that you and I would meet." He said it as if it was just something you were supposed to believe, like it was an every day occurrence and not a scenario you'd only expect in some kind of shojo manga or a Wattpad fanfic.

Boniface looked up at you with those beautiful golden eyes, they shone as if made of the precious metal itself. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, clinging around his muscles as his pecs hung free. His long legs were kept in a dress pants and he seemed in no rush, which was unsurprisingly common of god-behaviour.

Eyes from around the restaurant would glance at the two of you every so often but Boniface didn't pay them any mind. He kept his gaze on you, relaxed but fixed, like he had a mission but was in no rush to complete it. "You probably don't remember anything, that's acceptable. I don't need you to remember to enjoy you."