Calliope placed a hand on his leg as she closed her eyes. This was what she needed. A bit of relief after being so worried about Melpomene; and why not? Why shouldn't she be a little indulgent? She had no problems asking for sex.
She pulled back a little, realising she was making out on a sofa like a mortal teenager. "Bedroom?" she suggested, finding his hand and curling her fingers around his. She knew what she wanted, she was confident and efficient, not given to giggling and flirting like Erato did. And right now, she wanted her Musagetes between her thighs.