"Good boy." He smiled and stood up, walked around John, then used the back of his hand to caress John's cheek. "I bet I can find a use for you here."

As quick as he was nice, his face turned stony and evil. "And if I get one whiff that this is some sort of trick, or ruse by those..." He waves his hand dismissively "Morons on Mount Olympus, I will kill you where I stand, and feed you to my dog." His voice was cold, uncaring, unflinchingly dangerous.