"Oh excuse me!" Eros laughed, bowing mockingly. "How could I? What the goat dragged in." he agreed with a grin. He had always liked Pan's former form, it was a very down to earth from and had always suited him well. But hey, at least he was still as hairy, that was something!
He quirked his brows, laughing again. "Mine? Those flat little things?" he almost pouted, then shrieked very girlishly when his nipple was tweaked. "Hey, treat them with a little more respect, others pay quite a bit for the honor to touch them!" Even though he was frowning, his eyes were glinting with amusement and mischief. "So you're that desperate huh?" he teased, stepping forward and making a beckoning gesture. He wasn't really sure if Pan was serious, but then again, he didn't mind either - goofing around or the real deal. "Think you got in you to deal with my pretties?" he purred, one finger sliding down the other god's chest down to the waistband of his pants.
"You got it, man." he said with a smirk, breaking the moment and stepping back so Pan could enter. "Deserves a little more action, but I'm getting by." But still, a day without getting laid was just not a good day. At least not for the god of intimate love. He caught the little bag out of midair with one hand, letting out an appreciative little whistle. "That's why I like you so much, bro. You always bring presents!" he said cheerfully, slouching into another chair in a pose very similar to Pan's. Tugging out one of the rolling papers he busied his fingers for a moment, preparing a smoke for the both of them. "Chelsea Carter, student at UCLA, form the way she dressed like a 1920's teacher you really wouldn't think what a little wildcat she can be in the broom closet." he said with a grin, brushing a few strands of golden hair out of his face. Well, he might've helped with the little wild cat just a little, but what kind of god would he be if he didn't use the little powers he still had left?