You look lovely when you talk and I'm sure I could watch the shapes your lips make for hours, but nothing you have to say is attractive at all. It's not even pleasant. I mean, I'm not only a god, you know? I'm also me.

[ He stops and bows, an arm flourishing out to the side before he straightens to head off with purpose. ]

Have a tolerable day, fair Adam of Sour Grapes. I take my leave of you and your demands.