[Oh look, the little god of mischief can be cajoled to talk. Good to know.

...Mopey, huh. She's not sure why they're mopey but she's pretty sure it can't be anything good. And so she tilts her head and arches an eyebrow at him.]

Well you're right about that. I've never been mopey in my life.

[...]

Is it anything the rest of us should be concerned about?