He gestures wryly with his free hand, the other finishing off the stirring. "A god is a god."

It doesn't sound reverent, is the thing; he's putting Asmodeus on the level of any other deity but apparently that is not a level that impresses him.

"And your humanity is worth it." It's kind of hilarious, how seriously he seems to be taking this; scooping up some batter with his wooden spoon, carefully dolloping it into the pan, leaving enough space between each mini pancake. "We just have to accept that half of these are going to burn."

There's a metaphor in there, probably. He doesn't feel like dwelling on it.