A little sigh of frustration escaped Zephyrus as he could feel Iris moving away from him. Even if it was a little bit, to him it felt like the same thing as rejection. Which was the last thing he wanted now that she found it safe and right to let him hold her again. But this was his fault (again). He knew she wouldn't lie to him, she was the few among their kind that was truly virtuous and kind, which made him lucky and unworthy, but it also made him believe her more readily than others.
His tongue almost betrayed him in wanting to ask more about Pollux, one of two boys as he could vaguely remember, the one Boreas had told him about. But this wasn't the time to know. He would find out on his own time, and if that boy had sense to not contact his wife any more, then Zephyrus wouldn't have to do anything anyways.
"Fair enough." He looked back at her again, ready to meet her eyes once again. "If it makes you feel any better, like I've told you before, there wasn't anyone else worth mentioning. Just small talk mostly." Whether or not she was ready to believe him and trust him, well, that was something she would have to decide.