Zeus was getting to the point where he was about to snap the phone in his hands when he heard her laughter. Even after five hundred years the sound of it made his heart swell. Her words brought a smile to his lips. His hands spread as he faced her. The phone's lock screen displayed an eagle in flight. "My love," he repeated warmly back. He closed the gap between them, tucking his phone into his pocket as he went, and took her hands, holding them warmly in his own. "You look... good. Better than memory could ever show."<br/><br/>He wanted to kiss her, but instead bowed his head to bring one of her hands to his lips. His touch was soft and careful. When he straightened one eyebrow was up inquisitively, and his head canted to one side. "Pomegranate...? And something else, something more subtle. How ravishing." Zeus paused as he considered his own scent. He had never bothered much with the trend of colognes and perfumes, content with his own natural scent. He had been told many times he smelled like rain, though he wasn't sure what that meant, exactly. He was given to assume it wasn't a bad smell.<br/><br/>"Forgive my display with the phone. I was told that the oracle Siri of Google resides within, but she seems reluctant to speak. Perhaps I haven't pleased her enough." He scowled faintly at the thought. "Though what more she could want, I don't know. Maybe you know, after your years within normal society--what is a 'pimp cane' and why did your assistant refer to my cane as such?"