"Precisely." Poseidon smiled. He had always been one to sympathize with mortals, their emotions had always intrigued him and how as a mortal, he was enjoying the day to day experience. He would be the first to admit that he lived each day to it's fullest.
Jeremiah moved around the small table, moving to get closer to her. It was a simple gesture but he had missed his family, missed other gods. He would take a handful of the minor deities of his home anyday. He missed that familiar feeling of another immortal life force. "There are glimpses of her there, inside. She won't hide for long, especially if we are both around her.'
"Your brother of action and war is playing nice in his home city. However, I had fun overseas the last 8 years inciting small riots and watching mortals fight each other over nothing." He growled at her, their language slipping out as he lowered his voice and leaned in toward her. "I am not my brother and will never make pacts. I merely know that stepping back and observing them before making war is the better option for now."