Patroclus smiled again at his girlfriend. "I like you having me around. I have never even talked back to a god, let alone sworn at one. I don't know what they'll choose to do, but at least it shouldn't involve me in a room with Hermes and his terrible wife. I can handle torture," he said with a shrug. Then he realised how weird that sounded. "Sorry. Immortal talk. Maybe cuddles instead."