Ninkasi raised an eyebrow. “Lottie, being Greek does not give any leverage anywhere. Your pantheon does not have the market cornered on hedonism or slutty tendencies. Some of us had been at that long before Kronos started eating babies.” It was not meant to be a snub in terms of her being older in any way and she hoped it didn't come across that way. It was meant more a way to say that in her long years, she'd seen a lot of things.
“Being Greek doesn't stop someone from having their feelings hurt. Does it? If it did, Hephaestus wouldn't have made a spectacle out of his wife and Ares in that net, would he? Or... what if Hera decided to wander some day, doubt it would happen.. but hypothetical, and that arrogant blowhard is who Kratos works for? Zeus would lose his fucking mind. Ares? Didn't he have Adonis killed? And Aphrodite is married... to someone else.” She frowned. “That's just a couple extreme examples for you... it's an alpha male thing. Jealously. Pride. The ones that don't have that problem... are the ones a little... freer. Like the erotes, or Hermes... no real sexual boundaries at all...” Less physical adrenaline and aggressive power. She left off Dionysos. He was a rather special case all his own.
She leaned forward on the table, folded her hands together to lean over. It was a long, quiet moment when she finally said. “I just don't want to hurt him. Ever. Hurting him risks losing him and... like the last six months showed me... not having him around at all is,” Ninkasi had to pause as she realized she had just started crying. Again. This time with a relative stranger. Not cool. “... it's absolutely fucking awful, that's what it is.”