Absinthe laughed then, low and airy and would brush her fingers along his arm "I am glad it does not stand for you" with a smile she shrugged "I think it gives him a chance to meet us all, get our number" she winked then, almost conspiratorially "sort of, checking out the competition maybe?"
She frowned then "pity, they could have fought for me. I am still sore for being banned. It's a pity we never met earlier. Perhaps we did, and never really knew"
The sudden touch surprised her and she turned to look at Achilles "Achilles darling" she glanced to Forseti then "of course not" Achilles was jealous, so Absinthe assumed. Far be it from her to not heighten that. With a smile she stepped closer to Forseti, in between both men.
Just the way she liked it "don't be harsh darling. This is Forseti, right?" She glanced to the Norse god then, beaming a smile she'd given before. A smile that made most men think her attention was solely on them "and this is Achilles, noble warrior of Troy. Now, why don't we all go find us something to eat? I'm famished"