Very much a man, Zeus felt his pulse quicken as she rubbed her hand over his arm. Her hands were soft, her touch exquisite, and the thought of just how much more of her skin he would like to feel against his did not take long to surface. Demeter had always been friendly, flirtatious--indeed, Zeus was much the same way, if he stopped to think on it, and he had become moreso as the time had passed.
And she looked so very beautiful, so desirable, he had to... He stopped the thought in its tracks.
A small sigh escaped his lips. "I think you are right, and thank you," he said. He took her hand and placed a kiss to it, his lips lingering a fraction of a second longer than they should have. "It's not often that I get to speak to anyone freely, to really hear something like this, and I'm glad we can speak this way to one another," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. "I hope that we shall always be able to."