"Wouldn't dream of it," the New God smiled, making no effort to hide how he was -- quick, sharp, insatiable like the swords themselves. Who he was happened to be another thing entirely, and he juggled that as he gave Athena's hand a firm shake, inclining his head for the sake of respect. "Desmond is my real name. If you're referring to the 'what', however, well." Baring his teeth in a grin that anyone else would have read as friendly, but savvy Athena would no doubt recognize as rakish, he resisted any flourishes. Best not to go overkill with this goddess.
"You can call me Self-Help, I suppose, but if it's all the same to you I'd prefer Desmond." He bit his tongue to cut off any further words. Rambling on was as easy as breathing and just as pleasurable, to be sure. There was a time and a place, but just by looking at her, Divorce knew that this was neither.
"Anyway, like I said, I hope you don't mind getting accosted. But it's not every day a man gets to meet myth and legend."