I have quite the gregarious family, so I am not alone too often.

[The Olympians are a very nosy bunch!]

War in the winter is a difficult thing to forget, however. The pristine snow smeared with swaths of blood. The passions in every heart to kill one another before the cold does its grim work; a struggle against mortal enemy and nature alike.

[As he says this, a slight gleam of red flickers in his eyes, remembering that particularly exciting battle.]

It is truly a sight to behold.