[While that kind of response may have gotten a rise out of a typical person, Muzét simply listens intently. His words ring true, and she's touched that he at least put some thought into his response, as caustic as it was. Given she was used for twenty years of her life as a tool, someone actually paying attention to her was a refreshing change of pace.]

Hmm, so if I scratch your back, you'll scratch mine? Is that how humans say it?

[she giggles]

Well, if you went through the hassle of choosing me as your God, then I suppose I have a duty to act in our best interests.