While Aphrodite wasn't looking at Peitho's face, the titan goddess left a small scowl grace her lips for just a moment. She disliked being read by Aphrodite but she couldn't deny wanting her. This, she thought, must be how others were made to feel by her. (Someone less self-absorbed may have taken that as a suggestion to treat others a little less like they were disposable, but Peitho was not that someone.)
"Perhaps," Peitho said, taking a sip of her own drink, letting the one word curl around her tongue. "And here I thought you'd perhaps enjoy the charade of romance, considering your role."