That last bit gets a wrinkled nose. "Try not to."

"Just as long as you don't die out there. Last thing we need is everyone saying a god can't survive this damn weather," he mutters and gives a heavy shrug.

The sigh he heaves betrays his reluctance. He knows when he's risking making an enemy. Usually he likes to keep his nose out of trouble. He just wishes, desperately, his employer would do the same. "Lyall. Currently de facto head of security."