Not the type to let his desperation lead him, then.

[ Some have sought out alliances for power, above all else. Any division along the lines of belief, however, come with inherent dangers; the allure of might, the desperation to belong, the subtle weaving of control -- the threat of withholding food, shelter, security from those forced to heel. That is the thing he balks against, as a former god of fleet feet and boundless freedom; a feral, wild god of foreign lands and ways.

He does not move to replace the glass he'd downed, however; instead, a coy little smile settles upon his face. Set does not miss the implication in that last statement. ]

You'll never be satisfied with this alone. I have an appetite for such things, though -- and am not that had to coerce into sharing.