Hera put her elbows on her desk, lacing her fingers together with her hands upright and silently hit herself with her knuckles between the eyes. He was exasperating. Still. He really hadn't changed at all. At least, not in that way. He was like one of those fighting dogs, so tenacious that once they locked their jaws onto something, nothing would get them to loosen their grip. She wondered at the basis for this particular obsession, because she could tell that's what it had become for him, an obsession.
"Zeus, you were a terrible husband and you weren't particularly happy being married to me. We're eternal beings. Our natures shaped human nature. They are the way they are because we made them that way. If I agreed to this, sooner or later you'd go back to being yourself. And worse, I'd go back to being myself. Jealous, suspicious, untrusting... I don't want that, Zeus. I was miserable. Why, in the name of everything in the universe that might ever even pretend to divinity, would I do that to myself again?"