They sat in silence for a moment. Then Jenna said,” The son of a god, huh? That explains a lot.” He raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” Jenna smirked at him, a mischievous look in her sparkling blue eyes. “You know, the whole super strong, ridiculously gorgeous thing. But obviously you’ve been told that a lot over the years. I don’t expect it means much anymore.” A voice far in the back of head said something faint about bad ideas, but he hit it with a large mental stick until it sputtered and shut up. “It depends on who says it,” he answered, and bent his head down and kissed her.