New York really was growing on him. It was nothing like London and yet so much like London he found it charming. He supposed that was true of any large city, that they all shared nothing in common and many things in common all at once. He was waiting for homesickness to settle in however, he knew it was only a matter of time until he longed for the sameness of the old roads and deep history.
Still it was a thrill to be surronded by so many of his family again; to have contact with his mother, to hold his wife. Despite any homesickness that may come, he knew he was glad to have moved if it meant reconnecting with those two in the very least.
With a push to the brightly lit door, he could not help but be enthused by the meeting place or, in fact, the meeting. He knew his mother and her vessel Abigail were struggling, and he hated to know that anything of the sort was going on between his favorite women (well, now his favorite women, as his wife was now a man). His eyes looked around the restaurant that did not (in his opinion) match the outside facade, but that alone made him sort of love it even more and when he saw the blonde beauty meet his gaze Eros gave a smile, raising his hand to let her know she was found before moving toward her.
"Abigail," he assumed that was the woman sitting in the seat, and even if it was not it would not do to call someone clearly younger then him 'mother, "you look beautiful, I hope you haven't been waiting too long?"