Zeus had (well, to be more accurate at the moment Vince was only attempting to fully feel out what it may be like to accept being Zeus. thus, he refers to himself inwardly as this!) the utmost conspiracy in mind to be delightful and charming to all the sudden arrivals new and old acquaintance alike. Letting loose the first victim of a taut embrace and making certain that she'd gotten well enough balanced back onto her teetering, unbelievable heels, the lightning of his perfect, even rows of teeth lit up in a welcoming smile that stole the attention of the sun at high noon. How women walked in those was a distant collegiate memory, as he'd secretly been dared to do so drunkenly many times over and strut. What? That never happened...
Step one, stroll over and pat Sam on the shoulder. "Sup Big Sexy." he japed.
Step two, point at Emma specifically, then point to his own smile. "Stop the pouting."
Step three, turn to Brighid and wonder who in Hades she was, but greet her with a welcoming smile. "Glad you could make it, Brunette stranger."
And finally, step four, which consisted of raising his brows briefly in an effort to wrangle the attention of Paul, and the emphasis he as placing on what he was about to say. "My dad spent hella money on grad school Lia, I know who the lightning bearer is in the mirror. I also know who has a beard and a trident." his chin poked in Paul's direction. "Paul-sidon over there, my hetero-life mate, who's now officially my mirror brother."