Hermes looked up and, knowing from expirience that the man was drunk as a skunk, bounced up to his feet and bowed.

"Hermes, god of thieves," he said proudly. Today he was wearing his winged sandals, as well as a rather light tunic (England was never warm enough to go naked when one was outside). "And who are you?" he asked curiously, smiling. "Another Asgardian?"