Poseidon sneered. Zeus would drag in some old woman to run his household. Less likely chance he had to fuck her and make Hera angry. Such a good little husband. Once inside the library Poseidon leaned against the doorway.
"You are king?" Poseidon said in a chuckle, crossing his arms. "It's a pleasure to see you brother," his sarcasm was dripping, "if you made a house call it had to be important." He quirked a heavy brow as if to mock him.