Huffing and puffing was one of Poseidon's favourite noises. Generally, that meant passionate love-making was going on. Or forced sex, either way Poseidon was usually happy. He might be the only one huffing and puffing, but he believed even the women he forced into sex secretly enjoyed. And how couldn't they? He was an excellent lover, and was convinced he knew more positions than his brother, and more pleasing positions at that. Amphitrite was likely the only one who could tell the story straight, but if it wasn't spun in Poseidon's favour he wouldn't allow her to speak. Yes, Poseidon was one of those I'm-a-man-therefore-better-than-women.
Raising his eyebrow, Poseidon nodded. What could be so pressing that Hera needed to talk to him, of all people? "Of course, Hera. What is it you need? I'm no Goddes of Love, but if Zeus-y isn't keeping you happy, I could teach you a few tricks." Poseidon knew she wasn't here to talk about sex, but it was an enjoyable challenge to get her riled up. Hera had learned long ago the best way to deal with Poseidon's advances was to ignore them. Although he may be angry with Zeus, Poseidon would never cross the line and bed Hera. Especially since Poseidon couldn't stomach the thought of Zeus touching Amphitrite.