On Gods and mortals

''What the fuck do you want from me?''
she shouted at him.

Infuriated.
They weren't even dating back then.
It was both a genuine question
(wtf??...)
and a means to vent her frustration.

''What DO you want from me?''
she asks, 
confused,
angry,
infuriated
at his ability to push her buttons
to drive her nuts
and still keep her madly interested,
to push her limits even further.

''I want to be your God'',
he says.