"Oh, you mean Hermes? Or are there other Greeks running around too?" She hadn't actually seen Hermes since their (ill-advised, she'd often thought since) tryst the previous spring. The poor kid had problems she had neither the ability nor the desire to understand, and she hoped he'd found somebody better equipped to help him work them out. "And the Egyptian would be Horus or Bast? There's always another one coming or going, it seems like." She didn't comment on the hair, which for some reason appeared to be an irritating subject to the Sphinx. Why mention she could change hers on a whim? She rarely did, anyway.

"I haven't met this Anathema, I think, but thanks for the warning." She smiled wryly. "Speaking of which, if you meet an ill-mannered mortal named John who stinks of magic and tobacco, I'd advise not trying to eat him. He'd be more trouble than he's worth, and taste terrible besides." She looked the other woman up and down critically. "I'd say that outfit suits you. There's a full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door."