Turning to Kia at her arrival, Alexia smiled a not-entirely assuring smile. "Thank you, dear. Make yourself comfortable, I'm ready to start whenever you are." His hair never seemed to be at full rest, flitting up at the slightest breeze, moving as would a subdued fire. He smiled down at her, making note of her tattoos and her body shape, the line of her jaw and the proportions of her face.
"Greek pantheon, I take it?" He asked, his voice low and practiced in its near melodic quality, still far more gritty than one would consider comforting.