That was much too big of a question for him to work out completely. So he shook his head.

"They aren't god. Maybe they're a tool of the devil. Maybe this was a way to make me like them...but they aren't god."

He took a deep breath and let it out, his shoulders slumping as he looked her over once more. Why did she have to say bigger breasts? Now he was picturing it.

"The dress looks nice on you." He muttered dumbly, struck for anything else to comment on. "Like a princess."

An angry, freaked out sort of crazy princess...but a princess.