Anteros was an optimist, and he liked seeing his loved ones happy -- those were two things he could hardly argue against. Of course, Eros had moodswings that were frequent enough to try even the most even-tempered person's patience, so Anteros knew that he couldn't always humor his older brother. He could always do his best, though, and making Eros realize that he and Psyche were hardly out to hurt him was slightly easier than Anteros had been expecting. It was possibly helped by the fact that they knew him so well: Anteros smiled a little as his brother calmed slightly under his touch, feeling the relaxed line of his back.
Good. Now that Eros had calmed down enough to at least pretend to be civil -- and Anteros reminded himself to drop by his brother's later with a good movie and some Chinese take-out, just so he could finish up any needed damage control -- he turned his attention to Psyche. He liked to think that, over the few millenia of keeping in constant contact with her, he'd learned to read her body language and facial expressions fairly well. And right now, she was... Was that discomfort? Well, that particular emotion wasn't particularly unexpected, considering present circumstances. Anteros wondered idly if he was the only one who didn't quite feel like he was on tetherhooks.
Not responding to Psyche's first statement, Anteros figured that it was better to keep quiet about the fact that he'd had a couple millenia to perfect that particular ability... and the fact that he and Psyche tended to pop up in the same places at the same times, anyway. Though thirteenth century Florence and eighteenth century Versailles were still better than modern-day New York City. Still, people had relationship problems -- didn't matter where and when they were. Anteros offered Psyche a guileless smile, pure innocence and simple curiosity, as he saw her eyes widen at his question. She really did know him and his matchmaking tendencies, didn't she? But Psyche and Eros were hardly some romance-challenged mortals that he had to sort out at his clinic; they were people that mattered to him, so this... This had to be handled with some finesse.
The innocent look turned amused at Psyche's second comment, and he shrugged loosely, all good nature and relaxation. "A pleasant surprise, though," he reassured. "And it's been awhile since we've met up, mm?" he said, glancing at Eros. "By the way, you still owe me ice cream, big brother." His grin was wide, and Anteros looked to the side as one of the waiters came to take their order. Gesturing to the others, he let them place their orders first before saying, "I'll have the Bistecca Alla Griglia. Medium rare, please," he requested with a polite smile, handing his menu to the waiter.