"Yeah, traded them in for these eyebrows," he announced, running his fingers over those huge furry creatures, it probably a wonder that they did not start purring once stroked. "I still miss my horns though." Another little pout, he really did miss his horns. Gave the ladies something to hold onto.
"Of course you are, you caused panic if my smoky brain doesn't lie. Obviously you didn't do as good a job as me, though, they named the word after me. But the violence, that's more you, more your father's influence. You guys always were trouble, you know. I can't say that I"m upset that your clan lost most of their powers. Eros, glad he kept his though, if you know what I mean," he grinned, thick brows wriggling.
"Wow, that's a big posh name you've got there," he announced flatly, his eyes hooding as he looked far from impressed. "Bollocks? You want to see my Bollocks? That can be arranged, since you asked so nicely," he announced reaching to undo his fly and whip them out right there. "But I really think we should do some more kissing before I whip 'em out." And then he was making smooching sounds again, and groping himself, thrusting his hips dramatically towards Simon. Poor Simon.