"You look ravishing." Hermes held out a hand to her, to pull her in and kiss her forehead, nose, then lips. Lightly, of course, so he didn't smudge her makeup. "Now remember. Apollo is our guest. Lets give everything a clean slate, yes? I want a fresh start, and a fun evening. I want him to be impressed. There is more than one way to win the war." He winked, and drew her hand to his lips to kiss it. Sure, Hermes could fight, but the demon didn't have the god's abilities. He would have to use the resources at hand to win friends, and the resources happened to be a beautiful apartment, a personal sex slave, and a whole shit-ton of money. Not a bad start, if he did say so himself.