Half a smile tugged at her lips at his second hello. It made all this the tiniest bit easier, to know he was just the tiniest bit nervous at seeing her.
She waited patiently as he sat down, finding it easier to find her voice when he wasn't looming over her. "As I wrote on the thing, I'm here to talk. All what has come before is past in my eyes. While certain things are not yet forgiven, the true blame lays at another's feet. I can forget."
She glanced down to her fingers, "and as I stated, right now the slate is clean. What I feel is not of my own free will. If I must disdain you, I'll do so because I want to, not because of this curse." She smiled then, "If my sister-nymph can speak without repeating the words of others, then I can do this."
She realized she was just saying this he'd probably know already, but she was nervous. "The first question I have is when did Eros decide to shoot me?" Why was another question, but she could ask that when it didn't make her look vain. "Was it before, or after I met Leucippus?"