Himself: You are Angelia, the literal personification if My message. You are “the Word”. Are you My daughter? In a manner if speaking. Not in the genetic sense that you are thinking. Those gene’s you got from “Grandfather”, better known as Odin. I had a hand in your creation as My Wife, My companion, part of the living word. So don’t feel bad about having the “hots” for Daddy.
Besides, do you not lust after your own creations?
Me: Characters in short stories don’t count…besides most of them are really YOU anyways.
Himself: The ladies definitely aren’t.
*grins and smacks my bum*
Me: *gapes, speechless*