"Goodness, what a tangled web." Erato pressed a hand to her cheek. "Love should make you happy. What of you? Do you take other lovers?"
He interested her. He had a kindness to his face that called to her, plus the cute accent didn't go amiss. And he was honest. As much as she adored Apollo, he was not always kind, and he was not always honest, and sometimes, when he was honest, it was unkind. She was a little curious as to how the friar stacked up as a lover, if he was as kind then too.