For the sake of comfort, Terpsichore moved just a tad closer so their arms were at a more restful angle. She could only smile kindly at his silent thanks, lacing her fingers with his. There was a unique hurt to learning something about your own legend centuries after the fact, and she couldn't even imagine how he must have felt to learn that he had played the predator all those years ago.
"Well," she began, resting the bottom of her wine glass where their knees touched. "He's always been a shit, it's in his nature. And he managed to snare two of the strongest gods in the country, you know? But that's just one day."