"Maybe if you asked the right questions." He was watching her now, trying to pick apart those little details and make sense of her in both her forms. He liked the Greeks. They were so tied together that it was so much fun teasing them all apart. "The one where he occasionally lords over the oceans with furious vengeance." He knew that she knew; there was no reason to keep that a secret - and she was asking real questions now. It was easier to get an answer from him like that rather than huffing.
"The First People," he clarified without ire. His people were the only people that belonged there before the invaders had come and changed things. His power had waned and so few people believed in the old ways, though trickster myths prevailed. "Greek? Not at all."
Raven grinned at her when she asked how he would prove it. Oh, he loved doing things like this - they always gave people the best reactions. In the next moment, Jeremiah was sitting before her and sprawling back in the same chair, in the same pose. With his much larger fingers expertly tuning the guitar. "Do what?" Even the voice was perfectly mirrored to the much larger and more muscular man.