Zeus just snorted derisively at Poseidon's bravado. "Whatever you say, brother dearest," he drawled. "And there's always something there, you idiot. This pantheon is a roiling mess of drama and infighting, it's only a matter of time before something blows up in our collective faces. And a preemptive strike against one of our most volatile members can only help things." He looked, very pointedly, at Poseidon.
"Are you asking because you want to know, or because you want to sit around and drink my alcohol?" Zeus asked. "Either way, nothing out of the ordinary. Working, mostly. Writing briefs. The glamorous life of a judge."