The problem was that Andrei wasn't full of himself. He was full of the love of the One True God. And it was very sad that Zeus was apparently mixing up his former self with who he was now. A smirk did not make a man egotistical. A smirk did not make him arrogant; and both concern and hurt crossed the Elder Priest's face with the accusation and the knowledge that the other didn't like him.
For he didn't like not being liked.
With his appetite having been stolen, Andrei wiped his mouth with his napkin and stood. "I appreciate the knowledge about Tony, and I will certainly keep it in mind. I have roots in football, though, and so I am less concerned for my safety than of that for my staff. I will inform them." He glanced down at his plate for a moment before returning his gaze to the stranger. "I apologize if you have somehow formed the opinion that I am arrogant and full of myself. Pride is something that all men need to watch, but I was certainly plagued with it before I found God. It appears I need to pray and reflect upon why it is you have surmised this about me. Be well. I will not bother you again."
And with those words, Andrei turned to leave the room. Wounded, but still standing tall.