Her shrug was dismissive. "It wasn't long." For beings thousands of years old, waiting a few minutes was not so different from waiting a few years. When the issue was important, she could wait. Her river wasn't going anywhere, and neither were Zeus's followers, as it seemed.
She was not one to beat around the bush. Titans weren't particularly known for their subtlety skills, and Styx wasn't of a mind to play word games.
Leaning back as well, arms crossed on her lap, she took the plunge. "I called it curiosity earlier, but I believe interest would be a more apt description. I tire of your son's petty games and broken vows. This isn't the world he promised." And the mighty river is left with a broken oath and no standing orders. Though she left it unsaid, it was hardly a secret.