Ah, if there were indeed one theme to a tale and one only which could enchant the boiling, bursting heart of a broken little love God to a tranquilized and doting simmer, it was one about love. Eros' eyes flowered, his babyknuckles parading away the last remnants of tears. A new song and dance began masquerading in his constantly celebrating chest.
And of course, as the glorious King of Heaven knew well, weathering his clear-skies over to the now calmed Eros, what pleased the hearts and minds of each and every one in his dominion, he said with confidence. "And this charming nymph, with form so bewitching and soothing voice to calm the stormy moods of Poseidon himself, shall be welcomed in Olympus as my sister. Your aunt. Will you not find for her the perfect gift to move her to tears with Olympus' joy of having her, o' love God? As well in celebration of the perfect union?"
"Of course! I'll be dutifully right to the task." he chirped.
The clouds rearranged themselves to meet the sea once again. "I haven't seen my brother as pleased since I buried Typhon in Tartarus. Finally someone else aside from myself and Hades to commiserate putting up with him." he winked playfully.