He takes another swallow of wine before turning himself to face her more fully. Shaking his head, the mountainous man rubs his chin in thought. Definitely the look of a warrior, and that cold and icy demeanor...

"I am bothered by it, though I've learned not to voice my complaints where the Monarch might overhear them," Hercules replies in a gentle tone. "There's little to be gained by it at any rate. You are here, and that means that for the time being that means accepting thing as they are, for change comes as slowly here as it does on lofty Olympus."

He offers her a significant look, his eyes trailing towards the dais where the Queen would sit.