She had noticed his tense stance, but Eos' thought process was different from just about everyone else on the planet. However, despite squeezing him one last time, she did let go. A light blush stained her cheeks. Being this close to a warm male body was making her Curse go haywire. But she had to keep it under control. He needed help, and she always liked to help mortals.
"Vincent?" she queried, frowning in thought as she tapped her chin, "Hm, I don't know anyone by that name yet... But..." her eyes widened, "I did get a...a mass e-mail for this entire building..." she thought back to Hestia's invitation, pursing her lips, "His name might be on it! Then I can...call and see what room he's in."
There. That solved that problem.
She crossed her arms behind her back and beamed at him.
"Yes, I'm a painter!" Eos almost forgot herself. Every time she talked about her art, she could feel her wings begging to be released from her back.