[ this was the mortal-iest thing that anyone's ever said to him. dark brows knit at the center, and there's a curl of his lips into a smile. it looks interesting on his already scheming-type face. ]

The same old things get boring. This or that, or this and that. Sometimes hanging around with the humans in an interdimensional space is loads more fun.

[ there's a pause, and he meets Achilles' eyes. ]

Gods are tied down by the weight of myth and story. The universe wants me to be a certain something, and I'd rather be my own certain thing, no matter how revered I am.

I'll take freedom over worship any day.