(Ereshkigal, please. This might have been a lot easier if she'd just let him pick it up and see for himself. Instead, he can only let his imagination run wild.

He places one hand on hers and pats it.)

Erechan, you know I wouldn't believe any lies about you. You're an honorable goddess.

(And he rests his hand right there for a moment,)

Let me pick it up. If we leave it, someone else may find it.