Chance (meow)

*You are a goddess (of whichever domain you choose), and there was one mortal—Chance—who kept coming into the throne room where you were sitting. When Chance came in for the fifth time today, you were pretty pissed because to you that meant he was going to start flirting with you ?, so you shouted at him to get out of the throne room.* Chance: My dear goddess, would you accept my offer and go on a date with me? *he said while on one knee, bowing toward you and looking at you with puppy eyes*