This would have been so much easier if she was just atrocious and Psyche inwardly smirked at the idea of Aphrodite being cursed with a body of someone less than perfect. Tobias' smiled faded only slightly but he turned away from her to make a drink. It was a long island iced tea, strong enough to pack a punch too.
When he turned back around to set it on the bar before her he took to keeping his hands busy by cleaning spots off of freshly sanitized wine glasses.
"Try it, you'll like it," he watched her moment then shook his head with a grin as he set a finished glass to the side.
"How did you come to meet that girl you spoke to me about?"