Connor's lips quirked upwards earnestly as if to say, likewise. He couldn't read any lies in Aphrodite's words or her body. There should have been something threatening in someone wanting to dissect him, but...he wasn’t an investigator here. He wasn't a negotiator. He wasn't a combatant.

And when, if, he ever returned, he wouldn't be anything anymore.

His LED flashed and he manually halted that train of thought. Right now, he was just a pool boy.

"I can't imagine what things a goddess has seen and done. A backlog of human mythology only paints so much of a picture." Taking her smaller hand, he brought it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.