The plates were cleared away just as Zeus was posing his question. It was not one Hera wanted to answer with a servant leaning over the table. So she gave him a slow smile and waited until the next course was placed before them.
Finally, fork in hand as she prepared to sample what looked to be whipped potatoes with a sprig of rosemary garnishing the side, Hera commented, "That depends."
And then she let him stew on that comment while she took a bite of the potatoes, and then the tenderloin. An appreciative noise came from the back of her throat. "Oh, that is quite good. Extremely tender but the seasoning is perfect, don't you think?" Another bite was consumed before she added casually, "Did you want to see them modeled?"
This was an interesting turn of events that she'd not anticipated. Hera had assumed that he'd be happy to return to whatever nymph was currently demonstrating how flexible she was for his benefit. It wasn't that they never shared time in the bedroom, but Hera had been under the impression that he was less interested in her than his current fling. Generally it seemed to be cyclical. For a time, Zeus would be interested in nothing but whatever nubile bimbo he'd found titillating, and then he'd come back to her. Apparently the pendulum was unexpectedly swinging her way this evening.
Truthfully, Hera found herself rather excited by the prospect. Whatever her husband might have assumed, she'd always enjoyed sex, and until recently, he'd been her only partner. Now, though, there was an added element of... of... something. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something very appealing about the idea of having two men who wanted her.