I nodded. I could understand that. "I mean, when I met you, I was still sort-of in the "Whoa! The gods are fucking real!"-haze. I didn't know who your dad was. Although I figured it out pretty quickly, what with the hellhound and all." I chuckled. "Thanks for helping me figure things out, by the way. Max was just like, 'Hey, these gods you got taught about exist! Anyway, wanna go-out with me?'"