"Alright, big sister Athena." He thinks for a moment. In truth he hasn't spent much time with her; aside from certain specifics of their birth they have little in common. Personality-wise. "She's... tall."

He sips his wine.

"Oh! She did weave some incredibly lovely fabric for me once. I'd show you, but it went missing with the rest of my luggage."

He will never stop being bitter over this, he's sure. Regardless of whatever new clothes the gods of this mansion might have in store for him.