Zeus had felt the man's presence approaching because he'd long developed a sixth sense for making sure that people didn't sneak up on him. At first he thought that the man was just going to walk past as most did, sometimes they brushed up against him to shove him then turn back and glare at him, sometimes say mean things but not this one.
"Fine," he replied automatically, blinking with blurry surprise that this well put together man was talking to him. Surprise turned to wariness. Sometimes men like this were salesmen who didn't care who they tried to score a sale off of even if the person had no money and sometimes, worse, they were missionaries. Zeus had never met the Christian God of the First Testament before but he always thought he'd liked to. Yahweh had a style, a trite style but the god had enthusiasm for his job.
There was something strange about his new companion that felt strangely familiar though. Problem was Zeus was fairly certain he'd never met this man in his life. He'd had this feeling before a couple of times with people he eventually realized were his fellow gods in different faces. "Do I know you?" he asked turning to look at the man very carefully and with intense scrutiny.