Jack's expression didn't change. He let the offer hang in the air for a moment, watching Zephyros's confident smile.
Instead, Jack examined his fingernails with deliberate casualness, as if the god and his entire display were only mildly interesting.
"I heard an interesting story recently," Jack said so coldly; he sounded bored. "Something about you losing a bet to Draven. Over my performance, if I recall correctly."
Several of the women paused their ministrations, hands stilling mid-motion as they sensed the shift in their god's mood. The blonde holding the goblet pulled back slightly, her smile faltering. The brunette feeding grapes stopped with one held halfway to Zephyros's mouth.
Step one was underway. Bait your target before you hook them.
Zephyros's easy smile tightened at the corners, the expression remaining in place but losing its warmth. His silver eyes narrowed fractionally, and the casual sprawl of his posture became slightly more rigid.
