"About as nice as too casual a greeting from a complete stranger." Mr. D snorted derisively. Sweet smiles and insincere flattery usually meant that the person was up to something, and he was in no mood for games. "Attractiveness notwithstanding."

Mr. D was instantly wary, cautious but not fearful. He knew his brother's trickster ways and his sister's persuasive tongue. The more innocent and sweet this person looked, the more the cynical, grumpy god didn't want anything to do with it.

"You must hold very poor company."