Hephaestus had to nod approvingly.  His daughter's supple body unfettered by clothing... with her heels still on just because he liked to see and hear them on her feet.  The fires of the pit below them began finally burning normally.  The lighting of the cavernous room alighting enough to show more of a glow over Calista's lovely form.  Hephaestus needed her.  Without her, he probably would have already departed this wretched world long ago.  He was treated the worst of all the immortals since the beginning of his eons of life.  None of that mattered, though, when her eyes were turned toward his for approval and love.  He felt like what Zeus must have felt like with so many different women.  This is what it felt like to be loved.