Harold found himself swallowing a lump in his throat as she moved to him, his eyes following her hips as they swayed.  And when she touched him, placed her palm against his chest, it was like an electric current ran through his body, a shiver running down his spine.  He blinked when she mentioned that this wasn't his fault, that it was her powers that attracted him to her.  "Aphrodite?"  He thought back to what he knew about Greek mythology.  "She's the goddess of beauty, right?  So you're doing this to me, making me feel like this?"<br/><br/>He blushed again when she mentioned that he was attractive, and his eyes flicked down to his leg.  It was one of the reasons why he had only had one serious girlfriend so far.  Most of the girls he had asked out, been interested in, couldn't look past the brace wrapped around his leg, or the mass of scars that covered his skin.<br/><br/>Reaching up, he closed his own hand around hers, feeling how small it was compared to his.  "It's alright, it's not like I was doing anything important."