Poseidon ran a hand across his head, feeling his fingers near dig into his scalp he was so nervous. Why had he come here? It obviously was not a wise choice, yet it was intriguing all in the same. Her simple attire made her appear all the more human, normal once again.
“…I like it.” He admitted almost with shame attached to it. But what could he do? This was the woman he had a nice little romp with in Athena’s little sacred crib. But he still felt like an asshole.
“The-Uh-“ He tried to change the subject, his eyes and eventually head turning away from her. “The place is nice. You get a lot of people coming here?” Poor mortals, he could only imagine what kind of fate she put on them.