One of two, huh...

[ You can almost hear the mild exasperation in his voice, but he keeps it together. ]

Yeah, gotta ask. How's that happen?

...Huh? How common is that shit?

[ He is having a Moment, slightly, but. It's fine. He's just not going to think too hard about it for now and stay on topic. ]

Whatever. To your request here... Would be willin' to look into it. Give it a shot. But it ain't easy, and it ain't somethin' I can do lightly, if it's possible.

[ A thoughtful noise, a pause, then he elaborates. ]

You'll be made of one of my major organs. And some other stuff, but that doesn't matter so much. So, if you're serious about this? You gotta find me someone that's able to take care of that. Make sure I don't immediately kick the bucket for tryin'. Magic's gonna be better, since I can stay conscious. But last one I made used one of my lungs, to give ya an idea of the severity.

Then no deal.

[ It's blunt, maybe even a little harsh, but it's simply how it works. There's nothing to be changed about it, and it feels like he'll leave it at that until he speaks up again. ]

The power of life is formidable, so it doesn't come for free. Blood for blood. It's the way that people have always been made. At least in my pantheon.