He caught the look and it simply caused him to grin. He knew his looks and his voice would not have the same effect on her as it had on other women. Not that he cared if it did. He was who he was and despite the theory that he was a cold hearted God, it was far from the truth. Of any of the Gods, he did have to try the hardest to turn a ladies', or a man's, head. But it was the thrill of the chase that made it oh so appealing.
Setting his gloves down, he shed the overcoat, studying her as she also slipped the robe off. She seemed more petite then he remembered, but then again it had been sometime since he had seen her. His eyes raked over her slender, but voluptuous form, his blood already starting to stir. He draped his coat over the back of the chair and practically glided towards her.
"And what do you occupy yourself with these days?" he asked, reaching for his own glass.