You may as well be marrying a firefly. Don't come crying to me if you waste your time with gnats and then when it comes time you still have no way out of your curse.

[IS HE MAD? MAYBE A LITTLE? Humans of all things. But she's right enough that he could wait a few decades. It's already been so long, he might as well be waiting for the weekend. So he'll huff about it but he won't try to interfere, other than to maybe call her betrothed an insect to his face.]

What do you mean 'claims to be' a sun god? I could shoot the sun from the sky easily, you know that, right? You would be my concubine before his. I saw you first.

[He licked her so she's his. He'll fight a sun god, he's not scared! The sun doesn't reach his realm.]