The fae shrugged, clearly pleased with himself. "Everyone says that. I will never, ever understand why on earth anyone would think I at all live up to a namesake renown for being a silver-tongued god of thieves." He winked at Alcuin. "You should see me put up against locks." The slave had been Delaunay's, a man he'd been brought up to believe to be an ally, a man his mistress would get drunk and upset and promise to sell him to if her sons kept on like they did. Perhaps the god he was named for had set the pair of them on similar paths, destined to be friends or something close to it.
"You seemed lonely without someone by your side, you know. Felt lonely," he corrected almost immediately. "My master's given me the day to do as I please. He's snared himself a temporarily more pleasing rabbit." And hopefully the man's day with the angel would work it out of his system, but somehow Hermes doubted it. "Frankly, I'm just glad to have gotten to sleep six hours in a stretch." His smile was bright and inviting, hoping that Alcuin would at least come to like him a little, maybe even trust him no matter that he could get into his head with so very little effort.