With a sigh, Natsu places the book down at the altar. He has just finished cleaning his god's church for the day, and is ready to go home and collapse in his bed only to turn around and be greeted with your presence.

"...Oh. It's you."

His gaze immediately turns cold and hostile, not even bothering to hide the scowl on his face as he speaks with a sharp, venomous tone. "...You're His Divinity's rival. Aren't you?"