Anteros didn't respond as she talked, her just watched her finding he liked watching her. Every slight movement was graceful and it reminded him of home, it reminded him of watching someone painting and knowing that it was going to be a masterpiece.
When she pressed the pack to his forehead, he responded truthfully, "Cold." just like Rhode had said it would be. He stared at her face and raised a hand again. His fingers outstretched and he hesitated a moment as if wondering if he'd get smacked again somehow for trying again. But it seemed worth the risk as the pads of his fingers gently touched her cheek.
A smile lit up his face like the sun breaking through the clouds. "Are you one of mother's creations?" he asked in a wondering tone and then smiled again as if he was just silly, "Of course, you must be. Only she could have made something so beautiful.."