Eros definitely understood the need to alleviate boredom, there was nothing he hated more than that, apart from being called Cupid of course. Meeting Andrei had certainly given him something to think about because he simply couldn't shake the feeling that he knew him. Like really knew him, not only having met him before, but really knowing him. But he was also sure that he actually had met him for the first time at that film festival. Because hellooooo he would've recognized Mr Sex On Legs had truly met him before.
He'd started typing an email for at least a dozen times, but it seems he wasn't only bored but had lost his wits somewhere along the way, because everything he had typed up so far had bored him half to death. And he certainly wouldn't send something that made him seem like the palest figure on earth! He'd given up after half an hour or so and even went to one of his 'clubs' to check on things, just to keep himself busy for a while. And yes, to listen in a little on the moans and screams and pretend people still worshipped him. It was pathetic, really.
So when the door bell rang he was up in nanoseconds to answer it. A grin spread on his lips when he opened it and found Pan outside, the look on his face telling him that he was far far away in the world of his fantasies. "Well look what the cat dragged in." he drawled, smirking. "Whose boobs were you thinking about this time?" Because when the former goat-legged god wore that expression it usually had something to do with boobs or pussies. Which probably was why they got along so well. "Coming to beg for one of my pretties, again?" he teased. He wasn't a heartless brute though, and for his fellow gods he usually made an exception, especially if he got something in return. And with Pan there was always something in for him as well.