“You look different than I expected,” she said over her glass of wine.
“What were you expecting?” Poseidon asked, frowning.
“I don’t know, something more Classical, I guess.”
“Well,” the sea god said. “The Greeks sculpted us based on human models, so some of our true essence became lost over the centuries.”
“Oh, yes. We’re elemental gods, so of course we carry that in our physical forms.”
“Is that why you have the lobster skin and tentacle hair?” She asked.
This date was going badly. He pulled out his trump card. “You know, I’m also the god of horses.”