Caution is not a word Agdistis knows. Curiosity, however, that we can do. Approaching in the interests of flirting, Agdistis leaned over and grinned, yellow curls sliding loose from her mitra and bouncing freely around his face. He's wearing the usual short-skirted chiton, today in a deep purple and trimmed with gold, a gift from a very satisfied dryad. "Hi."
Flirting isn't usually something Diogenes takes part in; only when it benefits him. Nevertheless, he's extraordinarily bored, and after a quick glance to take in everything that Agdistis is wearing as well as other details, he flashes a charming smile. "Hello. Have the gods answered my prayer and sent someone to relieve my boredom?"
Diogenes is inwardly rolling his eyes, because leave it to a Greek to act like this, but outwardly, he'll play along with this. For now, at least. (Now meaning this current minute, liable to change rapidly.) "I know. There were quite a few visual cues. I'm Diogenes."
That made Agdistis falter. Even among the Greeks, he was only a minor god of forest romps and sexual excesses, and recognition only ever came from a few rare gods who went looking for him, or the scattering of adoring mortals. "You... know? You're Hellene? A god?"
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