He claps his hands, blue flames dancing over them briefly. "Well, I can make them have a real fighting chance, but that costs a little extra, you see." In fact, he's perfectly happy to do so. Means he gets more out of the weak ones. He leans forward, finger on chin, making a show--haha--of thinking.

"A little of column A, a smidgen from column B. Power is all the rage. Principle..." He toys with how the word rolls of his tongue, then nods, satisfied, "principle is good. Fitting." Snaps two fingers to let off a spark of orange flame. "And then there's the eternal boredom I've had to suffer through in this lovely job of mine. It's time for a real change."

One that Zeus and his jerk son and all their stupid relatives can't even begin to touch. Because yeah, no matter how much power he amasses, Olympus is still something always--ALWAYS--out of reach.