Rael looked at the god trying his best to act cute.
He didn't fall for it, not when the person in front of him was probably hundreds of thousands of years older than he was, no matter how convincingly he wore the face of a child.
"So tell me," Winter continued shamelessly, "what could a poor little spirit fragment like me possibly offer the great successor of the mythical Trickster?"
"All I can give you is…" He paused dramatically. "…my undying gratitude."
"Cut the act, Winter."
Rael interrupted him outright.
He was literally getting shivers watching someone be that shameless.
How could anyone even do that?
Naturally, as long as it wasn't him doing it, Rael found the level of shamelessness completely unbearable.
"I'm really not acting." Winter said calmly. "That was the truth."
His gaze sharpened.
