No pointing out of things and the slow stroll is just perfect for Mr. D at the moment. The silence was blessed enough that he again takes notice. It's, perhaps, a bit suspicious, but until something came up that is caused the god himself discomfort, he was simply glad to not have to listen to idle nervous chatter. The politeness was appreciated.

Eh. The city wasn't nearly as bad-looking as it was at first glance, but the fishy motif was certainly searing the path they were taking into his mind. He wouldn't be turned around again, that's for sure.