Pan was addicted to sex because he'd never really had much real romance or intimacy. Similar problem, very different results. There was a reason he and Eros were pretty bro'd up, they loved the same thing. Well, it seemed Eros had strayed more towards whores lately and Pan still preferred to chase his women the old fashioned way, but that wasn't getting him too far lately. Elena being case in point.
"I don't know, I'd assume you'd find it impossible to forget a face as gorgeous as mine," Aaron replied with a very wide grin. "But I am such a shrinking violet, I assume I'd be easy to forget. Though having someone like you for get me," he put a hand to his chest, over his heart with a pouting lower lip, "that might just break me, Lana." Totally off base with the name now. What? There was an 'a' sound at the end, he was close enough.
At least her questions and thoughtful pauses triggered something in his fool brain, for Pan suddenly looked at his wrist, not his watch as there was no watch there, but his wrist and looked surprised at what he found there. "Oh look at that, the morning's marching along and I should probably get back to work." And by work he meant sexually harassing girls who were younger and far less dressed than Elena. "I should go!" While such quirky behavior could easily be expected of Aaron, it was said with an edge of concern that made it feel as if he was avoiding her. ...as if he was avoiding her. Quite strange considering how hard he had fought for her attention only minutes ago. "Thanks for the coffee, you're welcome for the comedy routine," he added with another grin as he started for the door.