"This early?" he asked, sipping his morning coffee as you floated upside down in the living room corner. He had gotten used to your godly antics but still refused to believe you were an actual god.

You came to earth to meet him because of his significant scientific discoveries, which you, as the patron saint of knowledge, were pleased by.

He was an atheist, but even when shown definitive proof, he refused to believe your divinity. Since then, you've stuck around just to mess with him.