"Bah, that's my Father, not me. I'm no shapeshifter," Herc snorts, waving a hand. "The Metamorphoses exaggerate that too, or so Zeus would have the world believe."

He regards Robbie again, looking the youth up and down once or twice, considering him for a moment. They had never met, but yes, infamy had made him known. By all rights, Herc probably could have been angry with him, being indirectly responsible for so much ruckus, but he can't exactly cast stones.

"Unfortunately, no. I was alone when I went to sleep, and I was alone when I fell. You're the only person I've run into I've recognized so far. So catch me up. What has happened?"