It's a good thing he elaborates quickly, because she's already starting to recoil when he suddenly claims to be a god-slayer and she's not sure if that means he is mad after all or if he means it and she ought to be terribly afraid right now. Still, she doesn't let go, because this god-slayer sure as hells can't fly, and she's relieved when he finally levers himself onto the platform and she can let go and scoot away from the edge.

"Are there many false gods where you come from, then?" she asks too airily. "You don't look like a god-slayer."