Now that they were alone, Rosmerta felt able to relax a bit more. There were always constraints when surrounded by mortals, at least if one wished to remain inconspicuous. And this evening, she'd tried to blend in a bit. Truly, she had. She just didn't like these people well enough to try all that hard. And tomorrow, she was certain, a good number of the gentlemen inside would be longing for success in their business dealings, and the women would be yearning for a successful husband.
She preferred farmers, she really did.
A wide grin was offered now to the Greek god, since she didn't have to worry about the judgmental ninnies inside seeing it as some horribly wanton act. Besides, if she wanted to flirt with a love god, who could blame her? Wasn't it almost required? Even if it wasn't she was probably going to do it anyway, because, hell, it was fun.
“It's going to be a challenge?” she countered. “Aren't you cupides supposed to be graceful and poised? Or is that limited to one particular room?”