"Hmmm, let me think about it." He taps thoughtfully on the bar for emphasis. "She's not the distant sort of god, is she? More the kind who appears as a beautiful woman? Yes, I think I could worship that."

But he falls silent as she tells her story, his mouth tugging down a little even as he fails to realize it. "But you felt it, yes? Under her magic." It sounds like blood magic to him, but that's not something he particularly cares about. He's no templar, after all (although that is an amusing thought). "Perhaps the question is whether you should feel it or not."