Eros still did not know what to make of Romans even aver all these years. They were creative to be sure and knew how to conquer people and rule, but he had serious issues with how they chose to honour the gods. Or more importantly, chose to represent them. Okay not all of them. Ares and Mars were still brooding and looking for a fight, Aphrodite and Venus were still beautiful as ever.
But the Erotes or Cupides? No they were not gorgeous and virile with cascading wings. No they were babies. Cherub, plumb babies. Naked. With arrows. No that was something he just couldn't understand. That is why so many of them were frustrated and angry; he refused to make nice for a while.
It was this that brought him to Rome and as he moved a long he sense another god or goddess and his curiosity got the better of him so he had to join them. She was a pretty thing that's for sure. He looked up at what she was looking at and scrunched up his face. They were both invisible to the mortals.
Eros sighed softly. "I don't get it either. I am not that cherub like. Ever."