"Good morning." I walk into living room and watch Nathan make an attempt of cleaning but his eyes follows my long legs for a while.

I have the urge to cover myself up but if I want this to work, that will be a no.

"Are you ready to tell me what kind of god you are?"

His eyes moves to my face as I stand still by the entrance of the living room.

"Not today."

He goes back to cleaning. It seems like he is trying to concentrate on what he is doing.

"Are gods supposed to clean?"

"We do everything that humans do, Isabella. The only difference is...