That was a well-phrased question. Clearly Kratos was confused, mostly because the specific request that he turn work-mode off, he was certain... but, it was likely necessary. Zeus smiled over the rim of his glass, took a small drink and said after lowering it, “conversation. We have not had much opportunity for candid conversation in quite some time, which has mostly been the fault of a rather unending string of... troubles.” Most recently, the debacle with the Norse. There was never need to mention that again. Ever.
“Yourself and your siblings have always shown far more loyalty to me than I can sadly attribute to some of my own blood, speaking frankly,” Zeus need not expand on that. There had been coup attempts in the past. Not in quite some time, but there had been, and not even from the children he would have suspected from. Even Hera had turned on him more than he cared to admit. “That will always be rewarded.”
Good the girl was prompt. She could quickly hand over the beer and leave. She would be summoned if anything else was needed.