[He just Has That Sense. The Sense to be Very Annoying.]

[Anyway if he's startled by actually getting an answer, he tries not to show it. Oh, she will just. Talk to him, huh. Crazy.]

A bit of a query, I'm afraid. I had assumed for some time that my lack of magic and power was due to that wretched so called stage director who can't even be bothered to watch its rehearsals, but I think maaaaaybe, I have been placing the blame on the wrong deity.

[He hums, and tries to look non threatening?? He's mad about it but being a lunatic isn't going to get him what he wants. He's worked so hard to be sane and reasonable, you guys. Look how composed he is.]

Is it perhaps the Goddesses that have control over that?