To feel her touch again like this, even on the arm, was more than he had ever allowed himself to hope for. His hand crossed to rest just below her elbow, stroking slowly down along the fine hairs there. At mention of his chaos-loving seed he laughed low and warm. "Ah, Eris. Little does she know, you've never needed perfume to have the upper hand on me." He looked sidelong at her as they entered the restaurant, hardly registering the decor. His eyes scarcely left her all the way to their table, until she let his arm go and he was forced to do the same.<br/><br/>He looked around at the walls then, and laughed once more. "Apollodorus himself would gaze upon these walls with envy. You have fantastic taste, my love." Zeus turned his eyes from the wall to the rest of the restaurant, taking in the rest of the decor, the patrons and workers. He had asked for something classical, and Hera had delivered. It was no<i>Παναθήναια</i>, but the lighthearted air, the reverence for the older decor, the very air pleased him.<br/><br/>"Well, perhaps so. Perhaps we can ease into things, one subject at a time." He took his phone back out and set it on the table. "The young man I bought this from taught me how to put numbers within. I think I should have yours... and this place, as well. I like to think that if I could reconnect with the others, it could be here."