"And I apologised! I was just trying to do something nice!" What was this asshole's problem, anyway? "I sent wine! Am I not allowed to try to make amends for things, now?"
If Hermes wasn't trying to prove he'd turned over a new leaf, he'd be knocking this righteous shit right into the hedge. As if some small-potatoes fairytale preacher knew the first thing about what it was like to be a god? Burn a few books and he'd be snuffed out of this world forever. Not like Hermes Promakhos, the Champion.
And five hundred dollar shoes. Hah! As if. These things were worth way more than that.