Pygmalion shrugged discarding the rag and looking at her rather helpless. "Blessed? She doesn't even know me anymore. Galatea. And your son put me under some drugged romantic spell. So excuse me if I'm a little irked." He could see that that wasn't the right words that flew out of his mouth. He was going to regret that. He sighed heavy. "I'm sorry, I'm just...." He was fumbling even worse with Aphrodite than he had Galatea. "I used to think you favored me. You gave me something so special and now its gone."