"Our dads wasted all that money on grad school and it took us this long to figure it out?" The brows earlier knotted and knitted in wonder of the new pretty arrival and her reflective awe-compact, now crinkled and creased. They evolved to a cats dual recoiled back arch on Halloween's hiss, prolific and cradling the energetic realization that made his whole body abuzz with inner vibrancy. It was the Olympian eyebrow arch, as he stood up and strode a few paces toward the mildly reflective surface of a portraits protective glass. "You're mother-fucking Poseidon, Paul. You're shove-a-trident-up-your-ass Poseidon."
And, waving his hand in front of the reflection that showed the profoundly dynamic ardor of the divine glow of heaven, commingled with the coruscating scintilla of energy, maybe some facial hair? Whatever, and a half-crown of ivy.
"I'm Zeus. I'm shove-a-lightning-bolt..." he turned around to face him, eyes wide not out of fear, but excitement. "Up-your-mother-fucking-ass-Zeus. It all makes sense now," said he, awash with an expression of epiphany after epiphany. "It's why I'm so magnificent."
Corner of his bottom lip bitten briefly, his blue skies swept over to Emma. "Maybe you're like... what Greek Goddess glows?"