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"Yeah, worship would not work for me - my knees are too stiff for me to crouch and bow in front of anyone," Dwin said with a sly glint in her eyes. She was tempted to add that as a goddess herself she was not meant to worship those made of the same tree, but she did not think that the man would welcome this truth well. He would rather think her mocking him. And - yes - she considered him crazy and short-sighted and incredibly naive, but if he was happy in this imaginary world of his that he had created, who was she to judge, right?

"What do you mean - worship them as yours? As yours what? Yourself, your family members? Your lover?" she paused to lean to the side and scratch her ear and shake her head two times. "And that ritual of yours - isn't it akin' to hunting a bit? You just outwit them and bound them to you? What if they do not want to be with you, huh? Is "free will" a concept of gods?" she asked.