"How dare you look down on me." Hermes couldn't exactly let these insults just go, that wouldn't be authentic. There had to be a middle ground between pacifying and punching the cretin into a wall. "It's none of your business what happens in my pantheon to resolve matters. I'm sure your god has something to say about judgement and forgiveness. And I did come here to help. Fuck you for not believing that I might want to do something." His expression was a blend of affront and disgust and he folded his arms. "I'm not asking you to "kiss my shoes". I'm just asking for some common decency."