Oof Much thought, taking a moment to find the artisanal olive brine Diogenes kept for such an occasion. Really need to work on being more of an unreadable enigma.
Still, despite feeling a little too seen, he was grateful that she'd given him an opening. Not that Much wasn't well versed at creating his own conversational openings, but that was with normal people, in normal situations, and not Olympian goddesses, in rather extraordinary ones. "Sort of," he said, glancing up at her over the glass as he stirred the drink together. "Do you have time to talk, tonight?" he asked, with a hopeful smile. Hopeful but polite. He didn't want to come across as too demanding, like he was afraid he'd done with Merlin, barreling up and asking for a prophecy.