Have another drink, Zelos. Now think, Zelos. Was she kidding? His brain was well lubricated with the whiskey. This was not going to be easy. He was going to do his best.
“I think, your majesty, that maybe I should stop acting like a boy and be a man,” he said after several minutes of deep thought. “Convince the women that I want to … no, that’s not right.”
He paused to think again. Something he said wasn’t what he needed to do. Something that would not convince anyone of his true intentions. He really should have spent more time watching Kratos with women. His baby brother knew what to do.
“Sorry, ma’am. I think I have it now. Show the woman I’m interested in that I want to get to know them before anything else. Show them romance and how a real man would treat a woman. Give her the chance to get to know the real me, not just the copy of Zeus I present in public.”
He looked at Hera and Iris. “Is that right? Is that how it’s suppose to be?” He had seen so little true romance on Olympus, that he wasn’t sure if he had it right. It felt right to him. He liked the thought of buying flowers for someone and spending an hour debating where they were going to eat for dinner.