Oh, well, if you insist. [He bows his head slightly sheepishly, though not without the lingering quirk on his lips.] If Milady commands it, I have no choice but to abide. [He does a slightly teasing bow as he walks towards the couch.

Peeping at the pies, Zagreus chews at his lower lip out of contained covetousness rather than actual appetite or hunger. Gods don't need their food as much as mortals do, but it doesn't change the fact that eating does replenish some of his energy every now and then.

And it doesn't mean that Shades and their counterparts don't feel gluttony at all.] They look delicious. You're sure you don't mind? Which should I cut a slice for you of?