Pan smiles, his lips curving into a knife-sharp, flame-hot expression. "This and that," he murmurs, his voice low and smooth and directly against Ganymede's ear. "Lust and chaos. Music. Hunting. And you, beautiful?" he asked, flipping the marshmallow in his fingers to toast the other side as his other hand slid down Ganymede's slender thigh.

"Zeus doesn't care for my company on Olympus," he said. "I feel that I miss so much because of it."