... Yes, Hephaestus would definitely be interested in this man. Interested enough to descend from Mount Olympus? Who knew. Although she had only come face-to-face with some of them and only once or twice (her grandfather she'd encountered seven times, and each one had been memorable), Hephaestus had always been the one she'd felt most comfortable with. Artemis and Athena were intimidating, imposing women, Aphrodite made her feel ashamed to even look at her, and Apollo had long deemed her beneath his notice. The lame smith, however, had always made her feel welcome.

Saga leaned back, resting her weight on her heels for a second. "You're amazing," she said honestly, giving him a little smile. "Every time I start to think I understand a little more, you say something else that I didn't expect. That means..." She blinked. "They do register sensation, then?"