"We're Greek. Do you know Greek? Greek is the best one." Erato giggled, leaning over for her drink as it was delivered. Orpheus smiled affectionately.
"We're not Olympians, but sometimes... it's better not to be," he said, watching Armaan. He was quite happy being a lesser god, thank you, and not dealing with the politics that came with the top spots. "Have you always known what you are?"