“Yeah, I guess you’re nice... for a sword.  But come on, I’ve got a blade in my head.  I think I’m the more impressive of the two of us.”  The god makes a special point to grip his horn before yanking it free of his skull.  There’s no wound or scar even remotely visible where the rather large weapon had been.  He shivers as he holds the heavy, primal-looking blade in both of his hands for inspection.  Amethyst gradates to pink agate, surrounded by a resilient iron.  Several notches that emulate a spine could be viewed as fullers for it.  “B-best weapon I’ve ever seen, forged by the elements, not by mortal hands...”

“Hmm, hmm~  I’ll admit, I’m kind of jealous of your fluffy fur, mis...”  The horned man leans over before nodding, “-ter pup.  You’re mighty big, too.  Not a normal dog, are you?”  He laughed as he stood back up straight, a beaming smile plastered across his face.  His dark fingers ran through the fur he could reach, ever with the dumb smile.