“You don’t think so?” She couldn’t help but tease once more. Sure, when one thought of Greek gods certain images came up, and Paul-at-work and Paul-the-Food-Network-fan didn’t quite jive with Poseidon. But she had also seen Paul-on-his-boat, and Paul-without-a-shirt (her favorite Paul so far) on the beach. That definitely helped her line of thinking.
She have a half snort at his attempts to part their coffee. Okay, so maybe that bit of godly magic was missing. “Do anything?” Should she be concerned at how easily they were taking this all in stride. “Can’t do anything. I’m just a sea groupie, it looks like.” Her reflection didn’t remind her of any art in a museum. She wondered if the marriage thing was the key but she shook her head. Didn’t gods chase practically any woman in sight?