He bent down to kiss the side of her cheek in chaste affection before moving to sit in his own seat across from her, looking at the tea bot she gestured toward. "Good I am glad, still getting familiar with the city so I am not always prompt." His wide smile looked apologetic but mostly just charming and as the waitress came back up he told her the tea would do and gave her an elegant wink that had her blushing.
Putting his elbows on the table, cupping his chin on the flattened surface of his now intertwined fingers, Eros looked at his mother's vessel with understanding and empathy. "She is not use to mortal emotions or better said, ideals. It was true in our day, and I assume it to be true now. Many of us, my mum included, had mortal lovers; but, they weren't the same as a godly one. Almost toys really, it was a shock and a disgrace that I fell in love with one to the extent that I did, not just for Mum.
"I imagine that now, being trapped in a mortal coil is a difficult juxtaposition to fight with, particularly of a beautiful woman that does not believe in her idea of free love." Eros dropped an arm lightly and let the other bend down to trace the cup of his own yet empty tea. "She can be reasoned with," the words were said almost adoringly, "you merely have to understand--dig to her true concerns. Which I will not argue, will be difficult. Like mortals, we do not like to talk about our vulnerabilities." He liked Abigail, quite a lot and he did not want to see harm come to the pretty vessel; but on the same note, he did not want to lose his mother either.