"Abso-fucking-lutely, my friend." He lifts a hand to pat Johnny on the cheek when he gets to him. He doesn't linger there, but the back of his hand brushes softly against Nova's fur as he moves away. He's held souls in his hands before, but part of him is curious just how much difference a soul given shape changes things.

He takes a few more steps before he swivels around to make sure Johnny is following and alright. "People are always asking me god of what, like ya need a specialty before they let you into the pantheon." He laughs and a smirk spreads across his face. "They used to call me the god of mischief. I've got the skill set."