Fair enough, no one could ever accuse Zeus of being overly affectionate. Playing favorites, sure. All day, every day. But he wasn't a touchy-feely sort of guy.
Jacob's posture, Clio's word choice, even Ella's stance-none of this was lost on him, and he had half a mind to tell all of them to leave and be done with it. But he'd agreed to it, and he was going to see it through to the end.
"She looks like you, when you were a girl," he said to Clio. "Long ago though that may have been."