He kissed the tip of her nose, his fingers running up and down her back in a soft motion. "It was Greek." He knew that. There was a certain set of crazy that came from their lot, it fit like a glove that other pantheon's might have, but not with that same enchantment. The Greeks tended to sneak up from behind. "Who it was," he shook his head. "I don't know." It could have easily been Hera. The Queen could cook up any kind of scheme while Zeus was gone, he didn't mark her off the list. Not after what she'd done to him and countless others who bore Zeus' bloodline but not hers.