Adonis could feel the surge of power that came from his worship and he loved the fact that he could do that, that he could contribute to her growing power stores along with the mortals who gave offerings of money and influence. He had never been around anyone so entrancing. Aphrodite had been beautiful yes, but not kind like Jord was to him, not as intelligent, not with the same passion for the earth. Truth be told, as beautiful as Aphrodite was, there was no one, mortal or immortal, that was as beautiful as Jord was to him at that very moment.
Oh, how he ached to be allowed to touch her, he ached to stop holding himself back and he desperately wished that he didn't have such a sense of propriety when it came to Jord. But she deserved all the respect he had to give and he didn't want to sully that respect by acting out of turn and being presumptuous. She sat back and every cell of his body cried out for her nearness again but there was simply nothing Adonis could do about it.
"It seems blasphemous for them to forget you in the first place but they are nothing if not fickle." He shifted slightly, the feeling of utter power pervading the room making the hairs on the back of neck stand up straight. "The air seems almost thick with your power and I can only see it getting even thicker as the night continues." It was intoxicating merely to breath the air around her, for the energy was directed toward her and if this kept up, Adonis wouldn't even need the champagne to get a buzz going. Well, he wouldn't need it, but he'd want it.