[Even as he leans on the altar, his limbs don't stay solid, but smokelike tendrils lash up from the mass. He doesn't draw any closer, merely perching there and apparently watching Rin get closer.
She is unlike the priests and priestesses. They all come in with some revenance, kneel to him, and generally act like he is the god he is. She comes in with her hands on her hips and sasses him first thing.
He looms over her, eyes drifting to the top of the shadowy mass and gazing down at her. Still, he does not get any closer than that, nor does he reach out for her, though he could easily reach her on the other side of the altar if he tried.]
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She is unlike the priests and priestesses. They all come in with some revenance, kneel to him, and generally act like he is the god he is. She comes in with her hands on her hips and sasses him first thing.
He looms over her, eyes drifting to the top of the shadowy mass and gazing down at her. Still, he does not get any closer than that, nor does he reach out for her, though he could easily reach her on the other side of the altar if he tried.]