Gods weren't something he knew how to feel about, all things considered. Another matter for another time, maybe. On to more important things, like the whiskey! It was a good whiskey. Went down smooth. He was a little amused to see how she'd take it and slightly more amused by the lady-like posture. Didn't seem to fit her at all.

But Nash listened to her story, pieced together little pieces of her childhoo but the story, he figured, was telling him something more important. She could see through lies, couldn't she? That's what she was getting at? His brows weaved inward.

"So," his fingers housed a few silver rings and they clicked along the glass when he set it down. "Can you lie, or do you just know when someone else is lyin'?"

That must be rough. People lie so often they don't even know it. Hell, he'd probably end up lying to her at some point. Not particularly because he wanted to. Not with malicious intent or anything like that, it's just... you know, sometimes the truth isn't what needs to be said.