Just sucking in information without forming an opinion on it isn't worth much, Joshua thinks, so of course he asks for something as simple as a favorite. He could make the obvious overtures, that someone's favorite of anything can say a lot about them, but they're both learned... human-shaped boys, here. They know.

So he takes the book, studying the picture with interest before he flips the pages around it, skimming the text. Greek mythology is not his area of expertise; he has, maybe fittingly, about a common high schooler's knowledge of the texts. So: neato.

"Hee hee, how violent. So are you Prometheus, or the gods?" He can hazard a guess, remembering that ascension of mankind business, but it's no fun to just assume. He flips back to the picture, idly tracing a finger along the edge of the page. In this particular scenario... well. Roleplay some Greeks with him, zaShunina.