Aphrodite closed her eyes and smiled as Iris described her sexual encounter with Zephyrus. It sounded like such a gloriously passionate encounter. She was going to have to keep an eye on the west wind and his lovely rainbow. They were more sexual than she ever gave them credit for.
“Actually, darling, I think it might make quite a bit of sense,” she said, opening her eyes again. Dite started fitting the pieces together in her mind. The feelings Iris and her husband felt were mostly likely not naturally enhanced. Combine that with the feeling Love herself got off the boy and it could only mean one thing.
“I believe you son may be an erote, Iris.” She said, giving voice to her thoughts. “Not all the little love gods come from me. Though they usually are the best of them.” Her darling Eros was still the best of all and always would be.
The next step was terribly logical. “I should spend some time with your son. Find out if he is a little love god.” Dite smiled at the messenger. “There can never be too much love, now can there?”