After Paul was shushed quite rudely (this asshole was supposed to be him in a former life? Really) he was now debating what exactly he had done to deserve such a fate. And also wondering why they all couldn't just put on regular clothes instead of fucking togas and - oh, cheese! At least there was cheese?
Poseidon cleared his throat, the rumble resembling thunder. "Perhaps this is the work of Morpheus, God of Dreams, the son of Hypnos? If so, I demand to know why he would execute such a trick on us." Fire and brimstone and fury!! The Earthshaker was mad, and soon the world would know it too. "I suggest we pay him a visit as well, after we attend to the matter of the favor of Eros - and visit the Underworld. We can bring Hades with us to give the God of Dreams a stern lecture."