Glibt shrugged lightly. "It's all about evolution, really, recognizing the past, enjoying the present, and looking forward to the future." Although, really, Glibt didn't recognize Mark's past as much as he closed his eyes, plugged his ears, and pretended that his fiance had never owned slaves. It worked, to some extent.
Taking a seat in one of the stools during the silence, Glibt smiled lightly up at Harvey, glad for the chance to continue to try to help Paul through the revelation. "Yes, Harvey is, technically, a folklore figure, and I'm a personification, the personification of the fight for equal rights. The older pantheons exist too, although they're all quite weak. Some of them are violent, yes, but the ones who are tend to keep their violence focused on each other; they have interpantheon spats that don't generally affect those outside their influence. The non-violent ones can be friendly, though, so... well, it's pretty much like any human population. There are friendly people and not-so-friendly people and it's just a matter of being able to read personalities. They're not human, but their personalities are." For the most part.
Glibt smiled again, bright and innocent, and his next words were said lightly. "Besides, I'm more powerful than any of them and you fall under my little area of influence, so..." Glibt trailed off, letting the words speak for themselves; he wasn't about to let an immortal hurt one of his people, especially not one that he was personally connected to.
Settling with an elbow against the counter, he glanced over at Harvey as the man spoke, also thinking that it might have been best if they had told Bret then, but Glibt wasn't going to let himself worry too much about Bret and Thomas. "Well, Thomas... Tommy, to you guys, is one of Mark's sons. He's the personification of the Marijuana Party, which explains why he'll shove USMP and NORML pamphlets into the hands of anyone who shows the slightest bit of interest. But I think he wants to keep that quiet until he works up the nerve to tell Bret."
Glibt took another slow slip of his drink. "Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else. Harv?" He asked, looking over at his friend and wondering if Paul had come into contact with any other immortals yet.