Toby’s hand is warm and reassuring in mine, and I find myself squeezing it for additional  reassurance. I’m not sure why I do such a thing- Gods and Goddesses don’t need ‘reassurance’. Gods and Goddesses don’t need comfort. Gods and Goddesses sure as hell don’t need any of it, but damn...it is nice. I can see why humans turn to each other in times of need. Well...most of them, anyways. The good ones.<br/><br/>I feel a pulse through his skin. The blood rushing through his veins. I hear his heart beat faster, and faster....<br/><br/>...and faster as he rests his eyes on my perfect little behind. I smile at that and give my hips a purposeful wiggle as we pass the kitchen and walk back towards the wine cellar. I know Dion is back there because when he is not bartending, he is always back there organizing his massive wine collection. Ah. Boys and their toys.<br/><br/>I also know that he is back there because I frequent the cellar weekly to keep my own wine collection stocked.<br/><br/>“Dion!” I call as I enter the wine cellar as if it was my own. I pull my partner to stand next to me and I see him in my side vision (I can’t remember the fancy word that humans call it. Premolar? Prolific? I mean, it doesn’t really matter. It’s not as if I’m graded on my grasp of complicated mortal phrases). I see his hair, which was once brown but how is shifting to gray. His beautiful eyes. His straight nose and the beard that circles his mouth.<br/><br/>I distantly wonder if he is interested in changing the way he looks. I like him the way he is. Very much so. The only thing I would tweak would be turning his clock back ten or twenty years. Not because he is unattractive (he is very attractive. I know, I know- call me crazy!), but because humans have very short life spans. They remind me of flies, actually. They are born, the sleep around and reproduce, and then they die after what seems like a few days. Because time is so different  between him and I, I would like to prevent that dying thing at all costs. I’ll talk to him. See what he says.<br/><br/><br/>Dion stands and turns to look towards Toby and I. He gives us a strange look, and I understand because we are a strange looking couple.<br/><br/>“He’s preforming on stage tonight.” I sat with a tone of finality.<br/><br/>Dion looks at me for a long time, then towards Toby. It seems as if he wants to protests, but is constantly reminded that I am the Goddess of Comedy. If there is a diamond in the rough to be found, you better believe that I, Thalia, will find it!<br/><br/>He sighs, shrugs, and nods. “Fine. Five minutes.”<br/><br/>I nod. Five minutes is extremely generous, and I take what I’m offered. “Thanks Dee.” I flash him a smile and he waves a hand back in acknowledgement.<br/><br/>“Well.” I pull Toby into the hallway between the kitchen and the wine cellar. It is dark and secluded. We are alone.<br/><br/>“No pomp or circumstance. See how easy that was? How, go get em’ tiger. Break a leg, or a femur, or an elbow, or whatever it is you humans say.”<br/><br/>And as if it is perfectly normal and we have done this before, I brush a kiss over his cheek.  “For good luck.”