[if only Hannibal knew that an angel was partaking in the act of eating a human, he would be regarding him with a greater sense of masked superiority. the superiority is still there, but the feeling is absent. he takes pride in his success that anyone is eating forbidden flesh, something he had previously felt lacking in since his arrival.]

I'd argue most gods are overcompensating for something, are they not?

[he looks up to the painting once more, one he's looked upon more times than he can count.]

Zeus was taking what he believed was his right to take, however terrible it made him. And gods can be quite terrible. [but he doesn't hold the same disapproval that Castiel does. his words are liquid over glass, creating a new picture.] It beckons a sensuality humans would choose to ignore.