Zeus' housekeeper, an Englishwoman of 53 years who put up with nothing (even from him, some days), answered the door. She raised an eyebrow at the angry man on the doorstep, but stood aside to let him pass.
"Mr. Cosmas is in the library, if you'll follow me." She turned on her heel and started down the long hallway. Once she reached the library door, she rapped on it sharply, then pushed it open. "You have a visitor, sir," she said, gesturing behind her.
"Thank you, Angela, I'll take it from here," Zeus said, and she nodded and left. Zeus stood, pouring himself a drink. "I'm surprised you actually showed," he commented, not turning to look at his brother. "I didn't think you would."