Griffin leaned back in his chair, his keen eyes narrowing as he observed Odin across the table. The dim light of the tavern cast shadows over Odin's face, but it wasn't enough to conceal the tension that radiated from him. Something was clearly off, and Griffin wasn't one to ignore it.
"Why do you look so irritated today?" Griffin asked, his voice calm but laced with curiosity. His gaze remained fixed on Odin, searching for any signs of what might be bothering him.
Odin barely glanced up, his focus seemingly absorbed in the glass of alcohol he held. "Nothing," he muttered, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the rim of the glass.
Griffin wasn't convinced to hear that. He knew Odin too well to be fooled by such a simple deflection. Leaning forward slightly, he decided to cut to the chase. "What's going on between you and Venus?" he asked in a probing tone.
