There she went, deciding a course of action before he could have even thought to ask for one. Once upon a time Zeus had thought he would want someone like Demeter, a matron, a softer sort to warm his bed and keep his home while he fought back their treacherous father and his brethren. But then he'd seen Hera in action, Hera in planning, Hera in war, and he had realized more and more that what he wanted was not some soft pliant lover to welcome him back from conquest, but one with whom he could share that conquest. Her passion matched his own, and together he and Hera had been the terror of the Titans on the field. And at night, when he could tear her from the war plans with whispers against her neck and clever fingers on her body...<br/><br/>His eyes flickered across her neck and shoulders, down across the depth of her dress, and he closed them as a powerful ache radiated through him. He wanted her the more he thought about her. The desire had always been there, buried beneath as much guilt as he could muster, but between the memories of days gone, the perfume, her touch--he took a deep breath and seized control of himself, opening his eyes in time to accept his phone back without any awkward delay. "Dionysus--or does he prefer Bacchus these days?--was always a handful. And I suspect my sons would not be so willing to come to a public place with me alone, or even the both of us."<br/><br/>He slid the phone into his coat pocket, digesting her advice. Artemis... if he could find her it would be best to engage her on her own ground, to come to her instead of making her come to him. What concerned him more was her apparent absence. But then she had always abhorred technology and the more 'civilized' world, even as her brother tried to embrace it. Apollo and Hermes would be readily convinced to meet here, perhaps even Demeter. Assuming she would speak to him at all. Poseidon, though, as temperamental as the sea, who knew if he would agree? And what of Ares, or...<br/><br/>"Hephaestus," he said in quiet recognition. He took her phone carefully, admiring the peacocks on the cover even as he gazed at the screen. A little slice of the life that he could have had. His thumb brushed across the screen, across Eris and her ridiculous hair, and he smiled. "Look at them. Healthy and hale." Zeus was quick to hand the phone back before his eyes could well. "I'm glad to see they flourish with you... but then, so did we all." He paused and finally looked her in the eye, searching her expression. "Would it be very hopeful of me to think that maybe you've already made up your mind about us?"