"May I help you?" She asked, confused. Goddess? She wasn't very pretty, at least according to other guys.
"Yes you can! Please, tell me how to be as symmetrical as you!" the boy wailed. Nana's mind scrambled even more. Maka got up and pulled the boy off Nana, sweat dropping.
"Sorry. This is Death the Kid, Lord Death's son. He's really obsessed with things being perfect and symmetric. I guess you fit the bill." Case closed, maybe? Kid wept, eyes shinning with pride.
"It's such an honor to be in your presence, Miss..."
"Nana?"
"Wow, even your name is symmetrical!" He dropped to the ground, sobbing. "And here I am, asymmetrical filth! Such trash that I can't be as perfect as you." Nana rubbed her head, embarrassed.
"But...no one's perfect." Kid shot up.
"Lies!"
"Really, nothing is! My name's not symmetric; It means seven. That's an odd number." He pressed a finger to her lips.
"No, no! Don't say that." Oh dear. This'll be a long year.