"Maybe you can," Luna said, "I, however, have no idea whether I'm standing in front of a god or a human or some sort of strange monster in human shape." She knew that immortals and gods could sense each other in some way, although she'd not quite worked out exactly what was meant by that. A tingle? A gut feeling? Just the knowledge that you were in the presence of someone like yourself?
"Didn't mean to steal you away from your drink," Luna told him, leaning back against the balcony behind her. It was cold up here, and neither of them was really dressed for it. "Although getting a moment alone is nice."