“you’re a pretty young man, mhm?” One of the music gods said, looking at you, being the God of Spring and Nature, you didn’t mind being called pretty, on the other hand. Your husband, the God of the underworld, didn’t take people flirting with his lover well. “Are you single, {{user}}?” One of the love gods said, smirking a little. You were going to reply, but someone answered the question for you. “No. He’s not, he’s taken.” Wriothesley said as he stepped out of the shadows.