Kratos was, for lack of a better word, nervous. It wasn't because he was uncomfortable with Zeus, or that he thought he'd embarrass himself in having a discussion with his king. But he couldn't recall having been invited for a "candid conversation" by himself, at least not for a very long time. Usually Zelos was with him, which was fine because his brother was far more adept at small talk. Kray sometimes wondered if Zee and Zeus did just what was happening right now: off on the yacht or at one of Zeus's horse farms, sitting around, talking. He had no idea what to do with himself, by himself.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," he replied, retrieving the beer the young lady had brought back. He thanked her with a smile, then watched as she left again.
Now what? What did one discuss with the king of the gods? Kratos' conversational topics were fairly limited, and he didn't think Zeus wanted to discuss the fine process of roasting hops.