Poseidon dropped small kisses on her lips and cheeks, his voice soft as he whispered to her. It was nonsense, ancient Greek but he doubted she would recognize it. It was just meant to soothe her. He was smiling, his gaze almost full of adoration.
"Never insane, Alice. I called you Demeter the first night I met you and you still like me." The air was getting cooler and there was nothing he could do for that even though the water felt much warmer than it should. "Do you want to go change and have more wine?" He kissed her, less demanding but more sweet this time. Much gentler.