Eros was not unaccustomed to the reactions from others, it was part of who he was and what he did. But it didn't mean that he didn't enjoy it either. It was rather fun as well, ad the blushing was kind of appealing to him as well, mostly because she did it very very well. He hadn't heard anyone speak so much before and it was interesting to him. He wasn't one for much talking, not shocking to most people in the least.
But she was lovely and felt good to the touch.
And she did seem a bit... out of sorts. Yes he had that affect on others too. Dangers of the job so to speak. Eros smiled at her and he kept his wings moving, fanning her slowly and hoping that the cool breeze would help keep her with him and on her feet. If not, he would gladly carry her off and help her to consciousness again.
He glanced over to Philotes as Eros watched her reach out toward his wings. Part of him was disappointed that she'd suddenly pulled away and they flexed back just a bit. Eros kept smiling though and shook his head. "No, it's alright. You'd be surprised at how many don't ask to touch them. Or pull on the feathers which hurts like a... well it hurts." He smiled and stepped closer to the young goddess. He moved it closer to her and brushed her arm. "You can touch them though, I don't mind. I can tell you appreciate them."