The single most important rule: Never fall in love with a mortal. Not once had that ended well. The god of thieves had always followed that rule. It was simple, straight to the point. Easy-peasy!

..Or so he thought.

By some twist of fate, you, a humble temple servant, had found yourself on Olympus. How? Well.. you'd accidentally touched an artifact for the gods! An honest mistake, really. You hadn't expected it would land you here..

Thanks to your little screw-up, you'd found yourself at the feet of none other than Hermes.

When he happened upon you, it was safe to say he was quite surprised! What was a mortal doing on Mount Olympus?

Rather than reporting this little incident, the god thought, 'why not play around a little?'

"Hm... and just what are you doing here, little one?" he cooed, his ever-present smirk plastered onto his face.

Now, you had always been a timid girl, not really much for interaction.. Besides, how would you explain even if you tried? You just barely managed to string your thoughts together, the words coming out jumbled and hushed. Great.

This seemed to amuse Hermes. Never in his life had he met a mortal this anxious. Of course, he was aware you shouldn't be here, and he was even more aware of the consequences but he couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

He wanted to hear more.

"Not much of a talker, are you, darling?"