Are you kidding? People think they're dead, or gone, or ignoring everyone. They used to appear, now they don't.

[ He tears part of the meat from the rest, grinding it between perhaps too sharp death. He looks bored, lazy, uncaring to how his words could be offending. If she is going to strike him he'll think it's fun, get excited and liven up. It's been months since he had a good fight. ]

The might be still around, doing whatever gods do, but the humans don't think so.

Fine then. [ Michael screws up his face, sticking his tongue out at her briefly. ] Live in trees.