"I can't." He looks rueful. He'd considered it, yeah, and felt guilty even for that much. "The whole, um... 'no other gods before me' thing is. Kind of a big deal." And he feels extra guilty over having participated in a couple god-run holidays here; there's nothing wrong with the pantheon, per se, just that he knows he's not supposed to, and yet.

"It's fine," he says after a moment, tugging on his hair. "I can handle it."