"Most of them are false, and I'm pretty sure I'm a little too young to be myth yet," Luc said as he felt her arms move around him. With a quick shoving around of the chicken, he set the spatula aside and turned around in her arms, running his hand through her hair, "You're good people for letting me cook for you, for having me over. I don't mind it at all. You're good company, and you're easy on the eyes," he brushed his thumb over her cheek.
He murmured a little more quietly, then, looking her over, admiring the way her eyes seemed to sparkle, and how she had smile lines and soft, blushing cheeks, "You know what's occurred to me is that humans make up stories about the Six Kingdoms, to explain what they think might go on there. Because my father and his predecessors were rather fond of Crete and Greece, we're attributed to that pantheon, when I can't say I've ever even met a being from Olympus or Hades. I don't think my father has, either. And because Sarah's subjects are fond of Northern Europe and the UK, there's more about them there. Same goes for Queen Titania. But that's just my theory. For all I know, it's just utter coincidence that my father has the same name and duties as a lesser god in the Greek pantheon, and there's been stories of satyrs since time began."