Clarisse tries to think about how to explain this.

"Neither, I guess. Real gods, but not one supreme being who created everything. There are twelve major gods in power, the Olympians, and a ton of minor gods with their own domains. And a lot of them have kids with mortals. Half-bloods, we're called, or demigods. My father is Ares, the god of war."

She's been in Thedas long enough to understand that nobody here really gives a shit who her dad is, so she sounds a lot less smug about it than she would have, say, a year ago. There's still some pride in her voice, but... a normal amount of it.