Were the locals that were sent to staff his yacht, when he didn't bring favorites from other locations, just actually getting younger or was it his perception? Zeus smiled down at the young woman who had delivered the scotch, as requested, and while she was probably of what most countries considered legal age... she seemed, to him, to appear not a hair above fourteen. That was probably for the best.
He was about to dismiss her to return below when Kratos finally appeared. Finally. Not that it mattered, he'd not requested urgency.
Zeus just smiled and shook his head, the apology was not necessary. “Start by telling this dear girl what you would like to drink so she may wander off to retrieve it, because unless something highly unlikely happens... you can consider yourself off the clock.” It was such an odd turn of phrase to use, but... it was the most apropos he could think of.