Johnny was opening the third bottle while Mary spoke. She seemed well along the way to being sauced and he really wanted to be right there with her. It was close, not as close as she was, but he definitely wasn't sober at the moment.
"Greek God of Dreams. Well." He really had no idea what to say to that. Part of him wanted to be surprised that there was a god walking around, but how many angels had they encountered already? He discovered that he couldn't bring himself to the point of being anything but amused.
"It made me nervous when we found out they could bring angels. But gods? That's... shit."