Josh looked at him curiously, "Do you treat every woman you have a meal with like this?"
God R's eyelids fluttered slightly, his deep eyes reflecting her silhouette, "I don't understand what you're saying."
Josh shrugged, "I think you're trying to please every woman you dine with, reminding me of something my former... friends mentioned, an ancient profession from the island nation of Ancient Blue Star."
God R, "What profession?"
Josh, "A host."
The flower vine on God R's head seemed to show signs of budding in the sunlight, with glimmers of light flowing down from it, merging into his golden hair.
His face bore a holy and noble expression, looking at Josh with seemingly endless affection and gentleness, "What does 'host' mean?"
Josh chuckled, "It's someone who accompanies girls to eat, drink, and have fun, pleasing them. You're so afraid of loneliness; you'd definitely suit the job."
God R's expression stiffened for a moment, but he quickly adjusted.
