There was a sly smile. "I hear from a friend that she's a good lay." Bill? Crass? Heavens no.
He gave a one-shouldered shrug, "I wouldn't know. Rather keep to my own set of proclivities, and deities aren't one of those. Had my chance once with Calypso, but well, couldn't quite see her as anything but a mother figure. Pretty, but... not quite." He smirked. "Fucked Luck, though."