"I have been doing well for myself indeed, beloved," she supplied. As much as he had the voice of a god, it didn't seem to affect her (and why would it?) as much as it would other women, other goddesses. Phoebe was old and wise, and she could tell he knew exactly what his sweet sound was capable of—and she made it obvious with a look his way that he'd have to try harder.
Though there wouldn't be much trying tonight, overall, she knew. She hadn't been able to remember that last time she'd partook in such carnal pleasures, which was why the robe came off and went behind her chair as she sat and poured them both full glasses of wine.