The King of Heaven was correct in his assessment, but of course it came as no surprise that he could effectively read his brother's expressions. Such pleasure was evident on his noble, handsome face, and evident within the satisfied rumblings of his voice.
"And I am happy to hear you will take on the task with such an ambitious vigor, little love god," he boomed cheerfully. He chuckled at the Tartarus remark - it was always a treat to hear Zeus bestow humor on the intended audience, humor not in the form of wrathful thunder and lightning bolts. "The thought of this union does please me greatly, brother, I am thrilled at the prospect."
The mention of Hades made Paul, who felt as if he were watching through a sticky haze, perk up with even more recognition. He was Poseidon, this was Vince - but where was Hades? Who was Hades?
Then he was sucked back into the moment.
"Shall we celebrate first, before we attend to dear Eros's matters?" The Lord of the Sea asked his kin. "Get totally shitfaced Partake in mead, the nectar of the gods, for I am certain that you have much to tell me as well?"