Prometheus is sure there's a story behind that unique horse, but for now his attention remains on Beelzebub. "Well, if he needs another order, I'm happy to oblige. I don't often get a chance to make amphoras anymore." Not unless they're for decoration, or a wine maker who likes to do things the old-fashioned way.

"Yes!" He says it with a a large grin. "I've been told your skills are exceptional, especially for beings who change size." That really is key for a Titan.

Hephaestus makes a sleepy sound, his eyes half-lidded as he snuffles back at the warthogs. "This is Hephaestus," Prometheus adds, "Hephie for short. My cousin would probably be annoyed at me for the name, but what can I say? It suits him."