Peitho watched the wizard with interest, turning her glass in her hand. Then she crossed on leg over the other and leaned her arm against the back of the sofa.
"Luna is not a common prostitute," Peitho told him, not recrimination in her tone, simply a statement of fact. She had nothing against prostitutes - quite the opposite. Pindar, the enchanting poet she'd happily spent many a night in the company of, had once called courtesans and whores 'Servants of Peitho', and the goddess had never forgotten that. Sex workers of all sorts always received Peitho's praise and attention.
"I don't take payments for her work. But," she added, "I must admit great curiosity as to what you'd offer me to spent more time in her talented company."