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Enter Loki.

Actually, please don't. Especially if it involves a chainsaw. Just...stare at him, since he's pretty. Or, you know, talk to him. That would work too. Because he just came into the bar and he's sitting just at the end of it nursing a cup of tea.

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Loki doesn't reach out to grab him or any such nonsense, but he does turn to him.

"Gil? A moment. I might speak with you."

Pausing, Gil looks around then smiles. "Of course, sir," he says. "What can I do for you?"

He actually looks vaguely uncomfortable.

"Sit? Please?"

There is, of course, no seat on Gil's side of the bar, staff not being encouraged to sit down while on Bar time.

He rounds the end of the Bar, placing another bowl of nuts and goes to perch on a stool a few feet away.

"Thank you, sir," he says. "Um - what do you need? No, Gods don't need anything from mortals. What do you want?"

He smiles, amused.

"Actually, occasionally we do. And what I need is an acceptance...of an apology. I've noticed you avoiding me and I feel horrible that you felt the need to do so. Now, if it's about what happened with 'Suti, then you should know we've made all sorts of peace about it. If it's concerning you punching me, you were forgiven the second after when I said you were. If it's concerning anything with David...you needn't worry. Please."

A brilliant smile.

"And I'll also need you to perhaps accept my thanks for your friendship with my son and the job you gave him. It keeps him busy, but he was feeling useless after I returned to my full strength, and this makes him happy. So...there you are."

Gil frowns and decides for once, to be honest. Get it over an done with!

"I am glad to accept your thanks on Yamino's account. I need to speak to him at sometime about the possibility of him taking a sous-chef position, if he would like to do so, as the pay is rather better and I understand he is contemplating matrimony. He is as far from useless as it's possible to get - although sadly our shifts don't coincide so we won't be able to cook together."

He looked at his hands then took a deep breath. "As far as your apology goes - I see no neded for it. Asar-Suti has explained that when a trick comes upon you it is in your nature to go through with it just as a fire burns or a shark bites. If you do not you are hurt." He shrugs. "I wouldn't have you hurt on my account but nor do I wish to suddenly find myself some in some humiliating and uncomfortable position for the amusement of your followers. I also do not wish to see the people I love hurt and humiliated. That is the true reason for my nervousness around you - not for any residual guilt over either having done you minor violence, or for loving David, which you'll agree is something easy to start doing and virtually impossible to stop."

He nods.

"Reasonable indeed. I merely wished to clear the air. I have enough enemies; I don't need anyone upset with me in this place if I can help it."

"I wouldn't have thought you'd need to worry," Gil says. "Surely the only thing a God needs to fear is the displeasure of another God and, as you said, you have made your peace with Asar-Suti, and Lady Eris is on your side anyway. Nobody here need bother you - it's up to us to be careful that's all."

He gets up. "I'm glad we've spoken before the staff quarters are completed. You won't have heard but I invited you and David to a 'room-warming' when my new quarters are finished. It would have been awkward."

He smiles, a little tentatively, then, just to be friendly, tries out that greeting/parting Look he learned from that nice new gentleman, Mr Kinney who seemed very friendly indeed.

"I'd best get back to it," he says. "An ex-faun's work is never done."

He looks at Gil...and looks very human.

"No one needs more enemies. No one likes hate or fear. Even a god. And being what I am...doesn't make me immune to having to be decent. I do try."

And as for gods, I have enough enemies among them alone.

"Thank you for the invitation, though. I'm sure we'll be there."

He waves to Gil then, content to let him go.

"You're making a pretty good job of it," Gil assures him, "and we'll be pleased to see you there."

Then he accepts his dismissal meekly.

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