The inside of her cheek was bit because she was a little disappointed that he'd always be stronger physically than her, unless she started on steroids and began an intense muscle building regimen. It was that competative part of her that burned within her constantly and made her desires molten and thus moldable. At least she knew that much about herself...
and she knew he'd be in nothing less than what was the best available here in the building.
Her bony but dainty hand was settled on the place where she'd knocked him and flat palmed she patted him warmly," Zucchini-peenie, I know you don't mind grabbing the big one." She gave it a side glance and started to gather the smaller ones as she stepped away from him. Honey figured that the carrying was equally distributed. She never liked to be in his debt....
Then...because she didn't like Zeus to lead the way in anything and because she liked to think she knew where she was going she began moving to the elevators.