When he dropped his voice like that, it sent such delicious little shivers across her skin. Lottie would love to have him talk to her like that for hours and hours. Naked. Her preferably. Him definitely. The very concept swelled inside her brain to take up all the space causing her thoughts to be very focused. So it took a moment for her to react to his suggestion.
But when she finally understood what he was asking, what he was offering, her breath caught in her throat. Though she didn't understand why, there was a hot sting of tears in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly several times to contain them. Now was not the time to becoming a crying, gasping ninny!
“YES!” The word burst out of her mouth with such volume and force that, though they were invisible and inaudible to the mortals around them, a nearby servant dropped the tray she'd been carrying, startled by the unseen pulse of power. Lottie felt bad, but at least there hadn't been anything breakable on the tray so she shouldn't be punished. And the sound of the tray crashing against the floor jolted her enough to remember her manners.
“I'm sorry,” Philotes said contritely. “I didn't meant to yell, it's just that it's such a generous thing to offer. I would be honored. Sincerely honored. Thank you.”
Then she wondered if she'd perhaps misunderstood him, so she said, “Did you mean now? Or later? We can do it later if you're busy? I mean, of course you're busy. How could you not be busy? You're a very important god, so whenever you have the time, or you know whenever you want to, you can just call me because most of the time it's pretty easy for me to rearrange my schedule and I'd be happy to come to you, or not if you change your mind about taking me flying, because really that you even offered is truly so generous, and I'd love to but I don't want to put you out or anything, so you can just let me know, alright?”