Willow studies Nick quietly for a moment. She wasn't expecting him to be pro-hell god or anything, but he seems to be painting all gods with the same brush, including, presumably, the one that made him. Huh.

"Well... I'm sure they're not all bad?" She offers. "You know, the ones from horrifying hell dimensions aside. Not that I'm in any hurry to meet any more to prove that theory. One was definitely more than enough."

"Yeah. The world was saved again in the end," Willow echoes. "For now, at least."