Hephaestus really did sigh in relief when Aphrodite favored him with a smile. His body sagged a bit, leaning hard against his walking stick. He hadn't realize how tightly he was holding himself, waiting for her reaction. He wanted everything to be perfect: their marriage, their home. But he had to admit, to himself at least, that he didn't quite know how to go about that.
"Yes, just a small workroom," he answered, waving in the direction of where he knew it would be, but not wanting to take his eyes off of her. It was hard to imagine ever wanting to, once he stopped feeling so insecure about gazing at her. Once he accepted that she truly was his, he couldn't imagine wanting to leave her side. Just look at her! "It's hard to imagine going long without doing some work. But I'll keep my forge elsewhere. The noise and heat would be more disruptive than I think you would want in your palace." That was a bit of an understatement, but Hephaestus was a bit fuzzy on other people's tolerance for the pounding of hammers and the roar of his divine forge.
"I ... I hope this will be a nice start to our life here," Hephaestus said, a bit stiffly. Gods, he was not good at this. "This home, I mean. In the meantime, well, my only home is on earth, not Olympus. We can stay there, if you choose, or here in your temple." It was galling to have to ask his own wife to stay in her home, but even he could only build so fast. He had to offer his home on earth, but he was loath to return to it so soon after finally tasting Olympus, and triumph. He wanted nothing more than to walk among the gods and be seen as one of them.