"And it's not as though gods such and you and I can even be in want of anything," she smiled. The ambrosia ran free for the gods and each of them could have anything they wanted - what was a few coins here and there, lost in games with mortals. After all, the bottle of wine Libera was carrying had been poured all day and the liquid inside hadn't lowered an inch.
"Have you danced and had your way with pretty maidens this night?" Libera teased the soldier, offering the wine again.