Ganymede doesn't back up any further, and he's still sitting close to Raylan; he doesn't want buffer space for this, because he knows pretty well that Raylan is not the type to be physically violent at someone who hasn't earned it, or out of lack of imaginative options.

"His name was Zeus. Still is." He was still around, though greatly diminished. "I feel like I should tell you nineteen was a great deal more adult then than it is now. I wasn't a little boy, even then." And yes, he could pass for mid-twenties fairly easily, if he dressed and spoke and moved the right way; that was easy enough and he'd been doing it for years now. "I suppose it goes without saying that my birth name is not Benjamin Prince."