Marijuana leaned back in his chair with his arm up on the wood back, looking for a moment like the prince or lord she referred to him as; lazy, smug, reclining back like he was looking out over all he ruled. And, as the strongest Drug, he thought he could rule all the world, if he felt like putting in the effort. Media, however, broke through that hazy, smug little delusion of grandeur as she cut a swathe through the quiet tables. The mortals around her seemed dim in comparison to the beacon of power Marijuana could feel surrounding her and he was uncomfortably reminded that, no, he was not the most powerful being in existence. A blow to the ego, to be sure, but one tempered by the sleek and classy vision that was Media moving toward him. Marijuana only sat once she had taken her seat, posture less lazy and more attentive. "And you, Media-" There was no other title he could give her more honourable than her name. "-it is always an honour to be in your presence." That glint of a predator within her powerful eyes, it called to the predatory nature constantly whispering below the surface of Marijuana's being but all he had to do to remind himself to focus was the thought of his beloved second, buried in the Highway dirt.
He smiled blandly. "My husband is less chatty than I am, to be certain. You know the Opiates, always such private beings. But he is well, busy in the studio and reconnecting with our valued brothers and sisters." The touch to his wrist brought with it a flash of perceived power - oh, how strong she truly was - and Marijuana dared to shift his hand, grasping her fingers lightly. "Your concern, dear one, warms my heart." He bent, brushing a light, respectful kiss over the back of her hand. Blue eyes lowered for a split second in supplication, in acknowledgment of her greater strength, but a moment later, powerful green eyes slid back up to meet her gaze, burning brightly as he let her hand drop. "I am still in mourning, my friend, mourning for my lost second. But in regards to my Dave, I have a question for you, as-" Arguably. "-the most powerful deity of our time, dearest of allies. There are folklore figures, alive and immortal, walking through this fair city when, in the course of their mortal life, they perished. While, undoubtedly, they owe their continued existence to the proliferation of their stories through all your various avenues, I wonder; have you ever purposefully brought such a mortal back to life? Created, essentially, something from nothing, an immortal from nothing?"
Marijuana steeled himself before he took a gamble; Dave was worth possibly drawing the ire of Media. "Could you?"