He offered her his arm. "You look lovely." He meant it, he'd always meant it. She was a goddess and if she had let him would have loved her for an eternity. Instead they were always at odds with each other, both preaching the same cause from opposite sides. "What happens after this dinner? Do we go back to fighting each other?" It was a concern, clouded by Eros' potion or not. Whether he wanted this to last, it inevitably would not.