Bevans smiled and gave a slight bow of his head in respect to the messenger of the Gods. “Well, it was fate that brought us together and then his father merely requested that I stick around,” the older man usually so silent and reserved turned to make and gave him what could be deemed an apologetic smile. “Besides, he saved me and so I owe him the debt of my life until such a time as it is repaid or he no longer needs me.”<br/><br/>Mack took the exchange in silence. Keeping his mouth shut further as the bitch with a tude ranted at him. Obviously she was one of those bookworm types that swore off of main stream media and did not own a television.<span style="font-style: italic">“Because that was what smart people did.”</span>Likely single, as he doubted no one wanted to put up with her "knowitall" arrogance and his movies were often seen as date movies. With the action and romance in them, everyone was happy by the time they were over. Hearing of his parentage, funny enough did not phase the star too much. At least, not as much as one would think it should. A man with the arrogance level and general cocky persona like Mack, always thought of himself as better than everyone else. Stronger, faster, smarter and well the looks could have only been gifted from the heavens. It was painful how more attractive he was in comparison to anyone else. Even those in the room he was better than them and seeing as how his father was<span style="font-style: italic">the</span>King of the Olympus it all just made sense.<br/><br/>Like the winged man, Hermes, there were those who did not live with their heads shoved up a librarian’s ass and knew who he was. A star. After the intros Mack would agree with the War chick that there were a couple here that seemed to be the bottom scraping of whatever God genes they had. Similar to the film that built up on a glass that had not been washed, but was used<span style="font-style: italic">a lot</span>.<br/><br/>“If this is the group that is meant to save the world then I want to be with a partner that can do more than faint, bitch and quote facts about the inner workings of mortal bodies,” each insult directed at each individual with a look. “So, I want the War Chick on my team and the others can just go home and continue to do…whatever it was they were doing before wandering in here. They would be dead weight for us and I rather get this whole saving the world thing done by 5 as I have dinner plans with a couple of super models and I rather not have to cancel and break their hearts.”