It's not you babe. It's me. You see, I recently realized that I was a Greek god. It was fine to hang with you when I was just some king's knave, being kicked around the edges of a human court. Now though, I am the heir apparent to the Olympian crown! Do you really think that Daddy and Mummy would accept a mortal, like yourself? If it would make you feel better, I could turn you into a tree or something, to preseve you beauty and all of that jazz.