Ah. Less the party and more the hostess, then, perhaps. Athena filed that thought away as he turned his attention to her. He was a perceptive one, and her mouth curved into an appreciative smile as he correctly pinned her as an Olympian.
"Nicely deduced. I'm Athena. And you..." she eyed him speculatively in return. "English." The accent had narrowed that down easily enough. "Not a god, though. A legend. Folk hero?" That last was a stab in the dark, more instinct than inference, but Athena had a certain sense for heroes.
(Now she thought of it, it might explain the wallowing to a minor degree. Heroes did have a general tendency toward wallowing.)