Hearing Thoth's question, Hermes stopped in his quest for refreshments. Wait. He didn't know? He had no idea what he'd done?
Hermes whirled around in surprise. "You don't know I made a pass at your wife?" He snapped his mouth shut, but it was too late, the words were already out. Alright, time to be a man, he told himself. This was his idol, the one god he respected and admired almost as much as his own father. He owed him that much.
Standing up straight, he briefly wondered if Zeus would be proud of him. Sometimes he thought his father's thoughts leaned more toward the belief that no Olympian owed anyone an explanation for anything they did, particularly anyone off the Mountain.
"Look, the thing is, I stopped by to talk with you about...something. She greeted me, and I thought she was a servant. A very beautiful, very sexy servant. And I made inapproriate advances toward her."
There. He'd said it. Now that wasn't so hard, was it? Yes, yes it was. He held his breath as he waited for Thoth's response.