Ganymede's spine bristled at the presence of another Greek. Unlike Zeus, he was half-scared, half-delighted by the prospect of someone from his pantheon being around. It could be a nice Greek, after all. There were...some, especially according to Ganymede. He suspected it could be Minos, or one of the ones he couldn't quite name. Or Hera. He hated that particular notion, and really, that's what kept him from moving too terribly close to the stranger, or staring down the bar for too long. He ran his finger over the edge of his glass again, and it sang,
the man who'd been sitting next to him gave an annoyed huff at his idling, and moved elsewhere. Ganymede, not missing an opportunity to get himself just a bit closer to this- Greek, stole his chair.
He felt a bit creepy, all in all. But something about this particular aura was just so- great. He peeped out the shyest of "Hey."s, and let his hair curtain his face. To be honest, he hadn't even looked the gentleman in the face properly. Some impression that would make.