I'm very glad to hear it. [There's a slight breathiness to his voice that hints at real relief. He has certainly been accused of being disrespectful before, and by women with far less authority than an actual deity. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and he continues to stay bent at the waist, looking up at her through his eyelashes. There's a smirk that flickers at the corner of his mouth, along with a sense that ripples through him. She's dropping a hint, he's quite sure of it.]

I am comfortable with formalities, if it's all the same to you, lady goddess.

[Hook, line, sinker.]