I'm certain I'm not going to die here, don't you hear what I'm saying? I don't intend to die. But I know sacrifices get eaten or slaughtered or burned or disemboweled or hacked apart or--

[ His terrified litany of ways he could be about to die cuts off as his brain finally registers that he's looking at a beautiful naked woman--a beautiful naked goddess. His face immediately goes hot again, and for a second he stares.

Then he quickly looks away, glaring down at the ground in front of him instead of at her, and he's silent once more. ]