There were manipulators, and there were manipulators. Liars, and liars. Crooks, and crooks. Prometheus had preceded them all. Had even taught a few of them more than one trick. His patronage might not sound as interesting as some of the more recent additions to the pantheon's group of thieves and liars, but if there was a game to be played chances were he knew how to play it. This case was no exception. All of his plans were thrown out the window in an instant, seeing that look on her face. That faint shine on her eyes. Beneath it was no light, not really, just a faint and glossy stare. She had to have known why he'd come here.
This was a mistake. Nothing he said was going to work.
Well, if that ended up being the case, he was going to have to try alternative methods of convincing her.
"I'll settle for a talk," Prometheus told her as he unlimbered the bag across his shoulder. "About the jar you stole from my forge. And a few related topics."
The glow of the jar could be seen, steady and strong beneath the fabric of the bag. Various items found themselves there, and Prometheus had to wonder again... if there was any talking to her. Eos might have urged him not to be unkind to her, not to do anything with her, but it was... so obvious ...that no one else cared enough to try. They either approved of her mangling other peoples' lives or they quite honestly didn't care enough to even notice if she did it or not. Dolos was too dense to understand the sort of conversation they were about to have. And there was no one else for her, was there?