"Will we use our powers for good?" she asks, "or for evil?"

There's a smile in the question, disappearing around a mouthful of curry, and it bursts forth again at the kiss he drops on the sensitive skin of her wrist. Her vein is greenish beneath the skin, and his lips leave a lingering warmth there along with a slight stain from spices.

"They'll demand it, to be honest. You'll have compromised my virtue or something equally old-fashioned, and modern Greeks don't really pray to our gods anymore so they don't know any better," she tells him. "Why, are you proposing a renewal of vows-- wait. Orpheus, we're married and I don't even know the last name you use."