He listened as she spoke, his eyes running over her face, taking in ever feature of her new form. The paleness of her face was actually quite beautiful, and he was eager to learn what else about her had changed.
When she finished speaking, he smiled. "I think about you all the time," he said softly, moving closer to wrap one arm around her waist. His other hand moved more towards her neck to hold her steady. "And of course I want you. I'd be a daft bastard not to."
Giving her another grin, he leaned in and closed the distance between them, his lips sliding slowly over hers. He finally had what he wanted. He had her. Nothing was going to take this moment away from him, not even Apollo, nipping at his heels, demanding attention for himself.