Mr. Crowley
Oh, it's fine... I thought perhaps we might have, and then I got weird and the formalities started, but if it never stopped, I'm quite alright with it. From you, at least. I don't believe you're under some misconception that I'm secretly dining at high tea in my mid-afternoons, or anything so absurd.
Oh, yes. Styxie's got this thing where only Kings and such are "worthy" of her. For instance, she's railed against Eris for ages for mooning over Apollo, and thinks we don't all know she's been fucking Zeus since her husband died. Styxie's head is a special place to live in. Things are black or white, and she just ignores the gray areas.