She watched him verbally flail with the same quiet smile she watched fashion designers fumble in front of her before coming clean that they needed her influence or expertise for some accessory or other for their new line. Fumbling with words was something Phoebe found extremely endearing, but she tried to hide any sort of amusement behind it.
"Maison," she said as he finished, sliding her soft and well-kept fingers across the table to grasp his hand lightly. If Maison thought her face was beaming light, he wouldn't be mistaken—Phoebe was known as "radiant" after all, she with birth with a golden crown. "You needn't offer me a thing, dear heart. These are very old issues we have amongst each other. You learn to pass over it and become civil, whether or not the other is. It's a part of being a Titanide, and one of few faithful to husband or brother or father. It is no matter other than personal opinion. Yes, Zeus stalked both of my daughters, and Poseidon terrorized one after his model. I said nothing. I was afraid. But my daughters have surpassed me in legend and myth, and that it is all I can do for them anymore. Should either show up here, I would never seek out their company, but if they sought mine, I would certainly give it and retain propriety throughout the entire visit. One thing that must be learned is that you don't have to like someone, perhaps a co-worker, a sister-in-law or brother-in-law, a family member, or even a god or computer program or whatever else, but you must always function on a level of civility and professionalism. It can be hard, and I am ancient, but that is the best piece of wisdom I can pass on from my life, I do believe."