"Oh yeah. I know." The confirmation was a low rumble, with a good deal of tiredness in the tone. Because Kratos did know how it could sometimes be when all those personalities and all those pantheons didn't gel quite as well as a party planner might hope.
Which meant he wasn't running away to his apartment to hide in mortification. Because Ninkasi might need him here to break things up if they got rough. Dammit.
"Well if you're not going to mingle, can you refill my beer?" Time to get things back onto familiar territory. He held out his glass. "Pretty please?"