Horus had found his way over to the bar, managing to avoid any sort of awkward small talk with any of the other gods the entire way. Once there, he tapped the counter to get the attention of one of the satyrs. Not one for fruity and overcomplicated drinks, he paused for a moment before telling the bartender, "A Trojan Horse, if you please." Only then did he spy Aeneas at the end of the bar and realized the irony.