[ Oh, yeah, being a god of wine or sex would make way more sense. That's where his dudebro nature kicks in — knows enough to recognize Sappho's name, is also more appreciative of acts involving bodily pleasure than creativity. It's fine; he's simple enough.

Well, mostly simple. A thoughtful look crosses his face at her answer — that it's slow enough to be comfortable. Pleasant, even. Welcoming someone into your being like that.

There is the smallest quirk of his lip in response, a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile. He gives Grace a little nod, a way of expressing that he's happy for her. That it's good she doesn't have to deal with anything bad; that it's probably a good thing overall. And...

And her question for him. Amos follows her hand with his eyes, glancing around them — the buffets, the people gathered under the moonlight in idle conversation, the... community of it all, he'd say. And his smile grows a little bigger. ]

I like it. Feels right here, you know? I've actually been here more than a year now, and... I dunno. Kinda can't imagine calling any other place home. Not that where I'm originally from was all that bad, but it's better here. I mean, the food alone.

[ Which, speaking of, he is maybe going to eye the prawns again. But before he does — ]

Don't get me wrong, it isn't always like this. It's pretty quiet most of the time. Don't mind the parties when they happen, though. The whole community get-together thing's pretty nice.