He smiles and gives a nod of appreciation. Not many refer to his pantheon. Forgotten is a good term to describe them, now. Even the Olympians are better off than the gods from his side.
"It is something many struggle with. Most just call me Adra. You are welcome to do the same."
He steps back very slightly as she moves to touch him. "I wouldn’t recommend it, miss. The shadow is hungry." He can actually make himself more solid, but that means he won’t be able to look at her at all, he’ll be inside the human whose eyes are closed. He doesn’t trust her that much. "How’s the new millennium treating you?"
“Adra? How cute.”
She continued to reach out to the shadow anyway, sliding close to him on the bench. “Hungry shadows? Don’t change the subject on me, darling. I’ll tell you all about my adventures in Wonderland as soon as the Cheshire Cat talks about his interesting shadowy act. How’s that?"