There was a glow about her that he could see in the few times they'd been around each other since Eros. It was a look he'd remembered seeing just a glimpse of when she'd given birth to Achilles. Everything kind of went downhill from there. They may have been an arranged marriage but vows thrown on you by Zeus or any other Olympian was meant to be taken seriously.
Peleus bumped her elbow with his as he handed her a pool stick. "Watch it, you sound positively ancient."