❝ Dionysus… Aye, I’ve heard of you, s- I mean, you’re Mr. Hermes half-brother, are you not? ❞    Eyes lingered on the ash drifting about the bottom of the glass  ( little flecks of dull silver ). Her employer’s told her plenty about the boy next to her; they’re compatriots, two halves of a whole, or as Hermes had once so humorously purred, brothers from ‘nother mother.    ❝ ‘m no one, just the maid. Reem. ❞