Initially, he pauses unsure how to welcome the other or even greet him. Zeus has never been good at addressing others with respect, even if they supposedly deserved it. The only beings he’s ever truly feared were Nyx and Prometheus ; one of which he’d bound to a rock and punished until his son had been sent to free him.
When the king of the gods spoke, he kept his tone civil and yet showed no sign of humility, “To what do I owe your visit?”
"Zeus. As proper as ever. Then again, not much else can be expected from my nephew, can it?" Astraeus grinned widely at the other, knowing well how the conversation would turn out if he kept up his usual act. Then again, he didn't really care.















