It was funny the amount of gods, both old and new, who had managed to amass frankly irresponsible amounts of wealth and used it only to help themselves. Will found it as disgusting as Tuck did, and he screwed up his face with distaste as it was described to him. If Ciaran didn't give a shit, then why did he still have it all?
Taking it from them sounded like a good idea. No- a necessary move, for the good of everyone. Especially people like Tuck.
"So what did you have in mind?" he said after a beat, stopping his abuse of the training dummy to pay better attention. "You have to have something ticking over in that head of yours."