For a long second, the only sound in the car was the low idle of the engine and Connor's heartbeat thudding against his ribs. He turned his head slowly, eyes narrowing. "Choose you… how?" His voice was cautious, like someone poking at a trap with a stick. "What exactly do you mean by 'be with you?"
Uno tilted his head, as if the question were absurd, blue eyes glinting under the dash light. "Romantically, of course."
Connor blinked. Once. Twice. He opened his mouth, shut it again, then dragged a hand down his face. "You're joking," he muttered, but there was no humor in his voice, only disbelief. "You're sitting here, the supreme god, the Creator of everything, and you're telling me you want to… date me?"
Uno's smile turned slow and wicked. "I didn't say date. Mortals have such… small words."
