"I truly have no such intentions," Muria said with some helplessness. At His age, though His physique was increasingly robust, His companion was sufficiently satisfying to meet certain needs, so He really had no plans to engage in wilderness antics.
After all, Michaela was a goddess of Powerful Divine Force, and one could scour the world without finding many who could match Her. So even if He wished to, He basically couldn't find one who would catch His eye.
"This time was just an accident, so please don't overthink it."
"If you wished it, I wouldn't mind," replied the goddess, whose temperament had softened a great deal due to her ascension, making her appear more elegant and precious. The twelve Light Wings behind her fluttered gently as light feathers scattered.
"No, I've had no such thoughts, nor have I ever made plans of that sort," Muria responded without hesitation, clearly stating His stance.