Perfect, then. Styx smiled, quite pleased to be accompanied by what she would gladly fight anyone on a dispute of, the most handsome men in attendance. Of course they were. They were her sons. Though, sometimes...
“Do those sort of lines work on anyone that is not an airhead nymph?” She teasingly asked Zelos. “You need a better playbook.”
Then, just because she could, she gave Kratos' arm a small squeeze, leaned over and said just loud enough for him to hear, “he's hopeless.” At which point she grinned and winked. She loved them both, but there was no mistaking that Zelos was never going to slow down until someone came along that all but clubbed him alongside the head and forced him into it.