There was the Medusa that Poseidon once knew. The one that brought him trouble, shame, reputation, history and fear all in the same. Was he afraid? If she kept those glasses on she would just be this beauty that he remembered long ago. If she took those shades off, hell yes he would be afraid.
He walked closer to her, too amazed that the future was in her favor. He couldn’t bring himself to give the former ugly duckling an answer.
“H-ow?” He managed to say. “He doubted Athena was kind enough to reverse what had happened to her. “When?” He found himself walking around her, tilting his head as he inspected her from head to toe. She didn’t even smell like a snake, imagine that.