"I was lucky enough to end up in the body of a mortal with some amount of importance and money. We suit rather well and share many of the same interests." He would have slowly gone insane to be forced to inhabit the body of someone unsuitable. Or the gods forbid, a woman.
"Demeter." His voice was soft and he actually smiled when he said her name. "I found her, here in the city. She is still unaware though." He frowned and allowed Jeremiah to sip the detestable coffee. It was something of a comfort. He could sense the growing agitation in Poseidon and he sought to smooth it over. He decided that spending the night on his yacht on the water might be a good idea. It would calm them.
"And you. You have met no other gods? I have heard rumors that there are others here." Perhaps rumors was a bad way of explaining what he felt. He knew the riots were from a divine source, he could sense it but he couldn't decide how or who. It was like being cut off from everything. He hated the loss of control and power.