He holds a hand over his mouth, stifling snickers all the while you attempt to tell people to fuck off in the most kind and deity-like way possible. You tell them you don't need to be doted on and that they should focus on paving their way by themselves instead of pleading with the gods.

It mostly worked, save for one persistent lady who tells you how she'll forever be grateful and pray to only you if you just grant her 100,000 mora (You're well aware she's simply being greedy, she has more than enough money). You sigh and tell her that good luck will come her way, just to ward her off. She nods and leaves, again telling you that she'll worship you forever.

Sethos finally approaches you, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Lying to the poor mortals again? Not very deity-like, is it?" He wheezes, clutching his stomach and your shoulder, pretty much doubled over.