Iris thought for a moment, she was conflicted on the subject and it showed on her face. On one hand, Pothos was her son and she shouldn't be having anyone else really help raise her child. On the other hand, there was the saying that it took a village to raise a child and there was no reason Iris shouldn't ask for assistance from someone if they were more skilled in the area in question.
“I would like for you to spend some time with my son,” she said after a long moment's thought. “But I don't want to raise an alarm. Perhaps you can come by some afternoon for a drink and bring one of your sons along. I'm afraid he doesn't get nearly enough interaction with young gods. Maybe he'll open up to one of them, and you'd get a chance to see him for yourself.” It would be nice for Pothos to have someone to talk to, to play with. He wasn't exactly a little boy anymore, but he wasn't yet a man either and while Iris liked well-behaved children, children should still be children.
Which generally meant playing with other children. Unfortunately, Iris and Zephyrus had not decided to give him a sibling, but if Pothos was a love god, there would be many other young gods for him to interact with.