He pulled out the bottle of whiskey that he had, grabbed a couple of glasses, some ice and filled both up. Then, he walked back into the living room and offered the nude god one glass. Thoth then settled on a couch that sat at an angle to the one Hermes was on and turned his attention toward the other god. “It isn’t what we’re used to drinking, but it’s the best mortals have.” Nothing compared to the divine drinks of the middle east, and to him nothing ever would.
“I will not have my wife trapped in the strands of some mortal vessel unable to influence the world.” He leaned back, and crossed one leg over the other as he watched Hermes. “She deserves to be as aware as I.” The god took a sip from his drink as he let the warmth of the liquid flow down his throat and he hmmed a little. He knew none of that mattered to Hermes, nor would convince him.
“And there is strength in numbers, and in allies you can trust with your very existence. Considering the storm ahead of us.”