He laughed as he made his way to the table, waiting for her to sit before he was going to do so -it was proper. “Always. I believe I spend more time off Olympus than upon it these last several hundred years.” Hedylogos tried to give a more roguish feel to his grin, something akin to his father, but he knew quite well that once the chateau had been his... and once it had been he and Colette's for the short while he had her in his life, he would never abandon it as long as it stood. It was an honor of her memory and a structure where love was welcome to grow and flourish.
“I'm not certain gallivanting is the proper term, however,” his smile didn't fade. “That makes it feel as if I am aimless.”