Huffs before poking his cheek. "About time you showed up. When I said show up for lunch, I didn't mean an hour late."
This moment here defines what will either be a very good day, or a very bad day. He turns to her, realizes for all the years that he is worth, man is still a very strange being, and none more so than women, that he doesn't understand what’s so important about being late to lunch on such a brutal swelter of a day. Yet if he tells her the truth, he muses, if he tells her what he’s been up to, then something disastrous is sure to happen (to him) but lying in itself is a tricky game. A sheepish smile crawls across his lips and he looks at the girl in a way that can only be described as bashful, the god is humbled, if, just for the moment
‘ A gods got lots of things to do, Hiyori! especially one like me. But I made it, didn’t I? Give me some credit.’