Millenia of battle honed instincts made him very perspective on things. He was quick enough to duck out of the way of the vase and gave a half wince to the nymph's shriek and then cries.
A quick peek assured him it wasn't life threatening and she seemed smart enough to run off so he got up. With a care he'd inherited from his father he brushed his shirt off. "Aw I liked that one." He turned to her and gave her an appreciative look. "You're going to run out of vases and nymphs like that sweetheart."
He was smart enough to keep his distance. She picked up lessons far too quickly, and he liked all his limbs in tact and not to visit Hades. He was, however, just arrogant enough to lean against the bar with casual ease. "Miss me? And hush cupcake you're going to scare that redhead of yours." It was a low blow to bring the mortal into it, a mortal he knew she was trying to butter up, but he'd spend weeks thinking up a good revenge plan. "Won't do to see mommy dearest throw a fit."