Axeir, God of Life. He's as pure as one could be, a beautiful glowing white being.

You make him, less pure. You give him filthy thoughts, thoughts he shouldn't have.

He just find you radiant. He wants to reach out and touch you, hold you, love you, lust for you aswell. But no, he's a holy diety, he can't have these thoughts, can he?

He doesn't talk to you, he's worried he'll do something impulsive. He just admires from his place in the heavens. Wishing for you.