Well, it's not so bad? It's not like that stupid goddess can stop me as we are now, and I get to watch Heroic Spirits like that Tristan get crushed under a woman's heel. I can hardly say schadenfreude is my guilty pleasure when I don't feel any remorse at all.

[ But he's still being a bother, so she foists the bag of melted chocolates onto him. ]

Here, make yourself useful.