"What about 'King Jon?'" She was enjoying this. His humility was refreshing after near an eternity with gods that recounted the same stories over and over again. Their pompous manner and decadence had been tedious even when she was young, now she couldn't imagine being around such people. She preferred men like Jon, someone that earned what he gained and was happy for the toil. His hands showed his difficulties, a story mapped before her.

It was almost like Glaucus again. She shook her head, pushing back against that notion before it could go any further. "No, none of that please. I'm a disgraced goddess, exiled by my kind and viewed with disdain. I have no powers as they do and don't want an altar." It only struck her then that they had something in common. Neither wanted the honors that their titles afforded.

"I will view you only as Jon if you view me only as Circe, man and woman."