Eros stood there beside Philotes and was rather striking quite the figure just standing there. He nodded for he didn't think he looked just a chubby baby either. He'd have to question his brothers later to see if they were aware of this. It might be necessary to show this Romans how un-baby like they really were.
He smiled and remembrance of her became a bit more clear. But he looked at her for she wasn't saying anything and he wondered if she was one of those shy goddesses like Hestia or some of the Muses... Hmmmm Muses.
But no sooner had that thought crosses his mind when the flood of words came out of her mouth. It wasn't a lot at first but then it just kept coming and Eros tried to keep up with what was being said and gain the information as fast as it was coming. Her name was Philotes, she liked hearing him talk and thought him gorgeous. So far so good, he thought to himself. And then she thought him a tiger in bed and he grinned even more. Would she like to find out? Oh he liked her, ramble of words and all.
When Philotes' words finally stopped, he turned and reached down, stroking her blushing cheek. "It is very nice to meet you. Don't be sorry for who you are, lovely Philotes. Though I do think you should remember to breathe. I might have to revive you though should you pass out. Or I could fan you," he said as he stretched as his great wings appeared and he slowly moved them covering Philotes with a breeze.