Jamie met Iris' gaze, unflinching. "I didn't. I never guess," he replied smoothly. Surely, the goddess knew exactly what he was and that he either knew or didn't know. If the latter case applied, it usually didn't take him long to remedy that, either.
"And your family hasn't been very discreet in dealing with their... power struggle." He kept his face carefully blank lest it showed how little he thought of the Greek drama. Iris struck him as a nice girl and her involvement had been minimal up until now. No need to lump her together with the morons...
Jamie was also more interested in the messenger aspect than the problems of her pantheon. Spending an evening with her might lead to some new insights and if it didn't, well, even he couldn't call a night out with a girl like Iris a waste of time.