Well that was something of a relief. Zeus still felt uneasy but because DeLuca was going to come after him or Hera. This uneasiness was something he couldn't define or place a source on.
Relaxing back in his seat he looked over at Heracles again wondering.... Just wondering. Would he ever regain his memory? Was it even possible? How on earth was it possible for Heracles, a myth in his own right, become a peddler to a god who probably didn't exist. Or if he did exist, he was in no rush to show himself to his followers instead using prophets and what not to do his dirty work. Zeus liked a god who could get his hands dirty.
"Well I'll have to keep my eye out for him. Do you even know who he is?" It occurred to Zeus that the name DeLuca didn't seem to make Heracles at all nervous, worried or even wary. "DeLuca I mean. I got the impression you're familiar with the meaner streets. You had to have heard of him out there."