He took the hand and smiled. “The length of time passage becomes relative for our kind, I'm afraid.” By which Zeus meant that after the first few hundred years it was hard to tell if the passage of a day was really a day or a week, a week then became a month, a month a year, and so forth. He was rather grateful for modern technology's ability to keep him more grounded in the passage of mortal time. Especially given his enjoyment for a number of their pasttimes.
“I don't think I've seen you in here before, passing fancy or do you come to the area often? I actually have a thoroughbred stable not far from here.” Distance being relative for deities as well, of course. Either way, he'd extend the invitation to admire the racing stock of which he was quite proud.