Of course, he immediately sat back down. He was so confused right now. Drinking whiskey straight was barbaric, but she was drinking straight from the bottle. Which Zeus had told him was something only mortals ever did. He drank the cocktail fast because he was trying to leave her to her business. Now he was supposed to stay?
“Again, I apologize, my queen. I truly meant no disrespect.” He knew better than to try to offer any explanation. Hera had been the one that taught them a long time ago that you should never try to excuse your actions with an explanation. It never made anything better and could make you look like a total fool in the process.
He could use help. Hera was the best PR person he had ever met. Zelos was just surprised that she offered her help. Well, she offered to consider helping him if he asked. This would be easier if he hadn’t been drinking.
“Your majesty, I am honored that you would even think about helping me. If it would not take up too much of your time, I would greatly and sincerely appreciate any assistance you could give me with this matter. Please.” He bowed his head towards her, meaning every word that he had said.
He was getting tired of being so formal with her. It was habit and a sense of duty that always had him addressing her in such a manner. Though it probably helped with the asking for help. He was just tipsy enough that he decided to risk his life and say what was on his mind.
“Forgive me, ma’am. I am afraid that I may piss you off a bit, but why would you want to help me? I didn’t think you liked us very much.” That was it. He was going to die now. Painfully, he was sure. Maybe Hera would give him a moment to write a note to his family so they wouldn’t blame her for his stupid mouth.