<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br/>The young redhead was relieved when he didn't push her away, and she had to admit that being back in her element...the element of romance (and she knows that's not an element, but it's the idea...just humor her)...made her more comfortable. At his question about Aphrodite, she nodded.<br/><br/>"Beauty...love...sex. That's her domain."<br/><br/>She saw his eye flick down to his leg, and she looked up at him genuinely, wanting to assure him that it wasn't a big deal. However, she figured it might offend him to mention it out loud, so she simply worked on distracting him...and distracting her. She still had a few cuts and bruises, but her ethereal beauty took the attention away from the left over wounds. As he put his hand over hers, she smiled and moved a little closer. So apparently she was turning into a whore... This boy was innocent, and she was just wrapping her net around him without a care. And yet, he knew about her powers...so she couldn't feel<em>too</em>guilty. She still felt bad, though. Sighing, she intertwined her fingers with his and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He seemed rather troubled.<br/><br/>"Just relax. I'm sure whatever is troubling you will get better."<br/><br/><hr/>