"If," said Jane, ignoring him as only Jane dared, "someone were to speak to her; if someone were to suggest . . ." "Ah." Vaughn's lips compressed, as the whole fiasco suddenly fell into place. "That's what you want of me. To play Hermes for you." "We can't all be Zeus," Jane said apologetically. Prolonged exposure to Jane was enough to make anyone take to Bacchus. "I'm afraid I've left my winged shoes at home."