Hypnos didn't know what to do. He thought the standard procedure in cases such as this was to pace, but he did not do that well. There was too much motion required, and it just seemed like a terrible amount of effort to demonstrate one's listlessness. The problem was, he had never been put in a position such as this before; this was new and different. While Hypnos didn't necessarily dislike new and different things, the uncertainty in this situation was making him somewhat cranky. And he didn't know what to do with that either.

This wasn't at all like last time. The last time he'd had feelings like this for a goddess, she had been the one to approach him. Actually, she had controlled the entire encounter, and he'd simply followed her lead. Which led him not to where he'd hoped, but rather ended with him fleeing from an angry god that liked to throw lightning bolts. Were it not for his mother, he would not only be crispy and blackened, but he'd have given up on females in general. That was how bitter he'd become after the last time. He'd actually sworn off any sort of relationship with women other than familial.

( And then he'd seen her. )