Does it. Well, as your one true love, I suppose I'm obligated to be offended by that. Direct such filth to me, dearest; they'll disappear.

[It's a comment so dry that it's genuinely hard to tell if it's sarcasm or not. The way he opts to briefly examine the fingertips of his gloves, the way he might his fingernails if they weren't covered, is equally obfuscating.]

Which gods would those be, precisely?