He would be expecting her to lead him on the usual chase. One that would lead to a reversal of roles for him that would, on the surface, put him at her mercy. Sometimes, Hera wondered if he played such games with his other lovers but she really doubted it. There was a level of trust required that she didn't think he'd share with them the way he did with her. Besides, she'd yet to hear rumors of such a nature about her husband.
However, pink lace was far different than black leather. And she'd recently discovered the enjoyment of lovemaking on a different level. Maybe it would spark something new with Zeus.
"On how sweet you are," she told him, without a hint of coyness. Pink lace lent itself to sweet, didn't it? When was the last time they were... sweet? To each other? Had they been since the honeymoon period had ended? This could be interesting.