Within the Citadel of the Gods
"Interesting. Most intriguing...."
The Man closed the book and set it upon the shelf, leaning back into his high-backed seat with a stern, but contented look. The Spirit Pearls were sentient, in a way. They chose Crane, the same way a God chooses a Mortal to be their prophet; an instrument of their will. However the Pearls themselves, when connected to the right place, opened a portal. A portal that would bring those who stepped through it to the Realm of the Gods. To the Citadel. It was in his studies that Spiral had learned that Crane, having been chose by the Pearls, was the Guardian of this gate-way; and thus was in a sort of gray area when it came to the rules binding Gods from interfering in Mortal Affairs.
Crane's Bathroom.
Before Crane the world shimmered, and from the shimmering emerged Spiral, regal and dignified as ever in his midnight-blue suit with matching tie and white shirt; A four-armed Spiral Galaxy embroidered upon the breast-pocket of his blazer. His blue hair shimmered in the steam of the shower, though his eyes didn't open until he was fully out of the portal and into the shower with the woman, either not noticing or not caring about the lack of clothing she exhibited.
He would be unaffected by anything within the room however, as water merely phased through his body proper, or rolled off his suit as if it were drenched in a water-retardant coating.
"You are an interesting case.... I figure you'd like to know why." he said calmly.