"Just before Salem. I've only really met him twice though," Luna admitted, running a hand through her hair and loving Merlin's attention on her body. She'd missed being under that gaze of his. Those eyes always saw things more deeply than they let on. "The first time I came home to find he'd beaten Hermes up and I attacked him, scratched his face up before I even thought about how dumb that was. But the next time I met him was coming home to find him and Hermes were best friends again and Apollo seemed more amused than anything else about me attacking him. Luckily," she added with a raised eyebrows of dry amusement that said she knew exactly how much she could have been killed there.
Then she shrugged, thinking about Apollo. "He seemed cool though." She didn't mention how good the sex had been, or how much she'd loved (as she always did) that feeling of being used between two (or more, thank you) gods. Luna ran a hand down her arm. "And he did this for me when I asked, so I guess I made a winning impression." Luna gave Merlin, to match, a winning smile, before adding, "or, more likely, he was trying to one up Hermes a little. They spent that whole night engaged in friendly one-upping."
"Although," Luna paused, frowning. "I guess that wasn't actually Hermes then at all. That would have been the demon." It remained hard to get her head around. It had always been so Hermes and yet not Hermes at all. It was too weird and whenever Luna thought to hard on it, it got more and more unsettling as an idea.