“Not nearly often enough,” he said with a nod. “We’ll make do with what we have though,” he said, downing the rest of his flute, perhaps revealing more with that single gesture than he had meant to. “Oh but I meant to be charming and playful, not depressing. Who wants that in their life,” he asked, meaning it though that Arthur said he had nothing to be sorry for meant a lot to him and showed in his smile.

“Why not,” he asked, arching a brow. “Oh, that’s logistics, what it was. She couldn’t handle that my job kept me away more nights than I was home,” he admitted, which was the god’s honest truth. Just not the job he had admitted to, nor was it the one he was on currently. “She needs someone home more often, I suppose. I couldn’t give her that.”