“Oh!” Iris took them happily. “Thank you!” She tasted one, found it to be very good, and assumed the second would be, as well.
“Well, he didn’t seem able to pay attention, but then…” she shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe expecting them to ever pay attention is silly, though it isn’t impossible, of course it’s never….what it should be. Like…the lions? I think they’ll think of that movie, with the Romans…or maybe there are a few movies. I haven’t seen them. But they probably have. But you don’t look like a Roman. Or like you’re from a movie. You’re so….Phobos.” Iris leaned in closer and placed a hand on his arm for emphasis.
“…I don’t know if lions would be a good idea. Don’t they need to be trained? I don’t know about training things on land. Do you? But….we don’t have lions, anyway. We have drinks. And dancing. And these people who don’t pay attention.”