Odin had slept with women for the wrong reasons? Well, who hadn't? Philotes had even slept with men for the wrong reasons too. And sometiems, you didn't even know they were the wrong reasons until after the fact. It happened. She certainly wasn't going to hold that against him when she was guilty of the same thing.
Lottie slipped off the stool by the kitchen that she'd claimed when she arrived. It had been the warmest spot besides the ones near the fire, but those positions had been filled with large, rough men. And while she could more than talk her way into getting one of those seats, she suspected that she then would have had to talk her way out of another situation. And she sort of wasn't in the mood for that when she was freezing to her bones from the chill outside.
Now, however, she made her way across the room so she could sit closer to the storyteller. She didn't want to continue yelling across the space between them. Especially when it came time to make introductions. It only took a sweet smile and a mild suggestion to get the man nearest the storyteller to give up his spot. Which Lottie promptly claimed.
“Bound by his virtues, is he?” she asked in a teasing tone. Settling a bit more into her seat, she smiled at the storyteller. “Not to be insulting, but just how good are his virtues these days? That could be a matter of perspective, depending on just who's doing the judging, don't you think? I'm sure the Greek king, their thunder and justice god, thinks he's fairly virtuous. I, however, would disagree. Though not to his face, obviously. I'd rather not be smited. Smote? Smitten? No, that's not right. I'd rather remain uncrispy.”