"No, no, no, it sounds so old school. You have to think catchy, memorable, awordthat sticks in the mind and doesn't disappear. It's bold," he swiped his hand across in front of him as he tried to come up with the perfect word. "Inamorata? No," it wasn't bold enough. He got an excited grin and snapped his fingers. She was the inspiration for it! Telling him of her night's adventures and day dreaming about them. They had a word for it, an older one.
Eros pointed at his mother and fanned his hands out into the air as if showcasing an imaginary sign. "DESIDERATA!" Oh it was perfect! Desire! Need! Something wanted! Latin was the perfect language in every way. It made everything more eloquent.