Uriel knew there was most likely a shady layer Godwyn was hiding from him about the whole situation, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
The harsh truth was that he was trapped and powerless here, and though Godwyn was incredibly amiable, for some reason, Uriel didn't doubt the man could become far more cruel if need be.
Regardless of what happened, he lost.
If he antagonised Godwyn too much, the man could outright kill him, or simply leave him to rot in this prison, or worse, deliver him to the horde of angry gods waiting out there.
The last point was also a subtle dagger Godwyn pressed against his neck. By becoming his disciple, Godwyn was very directly implying he'd protect him and help him grow stronger.
But it was also a way to tell Uriel that if not for him… who would defend him from those Gods?
He lost either way.
'So is the fate of the weak, to always be stripped of choice,' Uriel thought, his expression neutral.
He wasn't very angry or irritated, though.
