"Maybe we did, m'dear," he said. "Ships passing in the night, perhaps? I know they used to frequent quite often a place known as the Absinthe Room." He remembered being dragged there, once, for a bachelor party, and finding himself quite charmed by the atmosphere - so unlike the great halls of his youth.
Forseti was wary of the other man - they'd never met before, but he had of course come across the stories in his travels. He could tell straight away that Achilles was a born warrior, just by the way he carried himself. And he knew also by experience that warriors were quick to anger, should they feel their honour was at stake.
This was a situation which needed to be handled with extreme care, lest they incur the wrath of their host.
"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," he said. "I have heard many a tale about you." Forseti looked back over at Absinthe. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." He didn't realise, actually, how hungry he was feeling until that moment.