Titania bit her lower lip, gave Freud a final scratch, and straightened to stand. Her sandal-clad foot moved out to bump the cat in the rear gently in clear encouragement. The cat took the hint and padded through the door, dismissing both humans as he headed for the kitchen. She only dimly realized where the cat went, though; all of her focus was on Hephaestus. "Pure hell," she added vaguely.
Then she stepped through the door, noted her surroundings a bit, and turned back to the tall man. Reaching up, she set her hand on his chest and went on tiptoe to brush a kiss over his mouth. It was surprisingly innocent and tasted of apology. "If you want to go to bed, go ahead," she said. "Just point me at the couch or something."