Although Alexandre was itching to serve Hera some food himself, he didn't recklessly jump into the fray. He knew that if he did, the men surrounding Hera, who currently looked like a pack of obedient puppies, would instantly transform into the three-headed hound Cerberus and tear him apart.
So instead, he waited patiently, observing carefully for an opening. He made sure not to provoke them or make them feel like their territory was being encroached upon. Any sign of intrusion would surely put them on guard, and that was the last thing he wanted.
Seeing how harmoniously they moved around Hera, how naturally they catered to her, Alexandre realized that winning Hera's favor meant first earning their acceptance. If he wanted a chance to join this tight-knit circle, he'd have to make them lower their guard and welcome him in as one of their own.
Only then could he be presented to their queen as a new consort.
