[ Matt is very frazzled by this person's body language. It seems to threaten trouble, like he's a red-haired and exceptionally kinetic storm cloud. ]

Ancient Greek, I should've said, [ he corrects himself limply. There's definitely a difference between Ancient Greek and Modern. And Latin is like a goddamn hydra. But before Matt can say any more, the stranger starts tossing Venus' bust from hand to hand, sharp nails clicking against the stone of her. ]

Hey, please don't do anything to her. [ Matt's hands shoot out in supplication. ] There weren't any altars around here at all before the other day, I don't think it's personal--

[ Okay. Maybe if he keeps him talking. ]

What is your pantheon? The ones I know about from my own world would be Egyptian, Nubian ...