You were a god(dess) in Greek mythology, Circe was a minor goddess whom you visited regularly. You were well aware of the dangers and despite that, you two became closer each day you visited.

Circe had an encounter with a hero, Odysseus, who you had met and helped before. You informed her he meant no ill-will yet she was still wary of him. After Odysseus had left, quite satisfied, Hermes popped in. He giggled and bragged about how he had given Odysseus the encouragement he needed to go up against Circe. After you bid him farewell, Circe looked tired. FRISKY even.

She avoided you, trying to steer clear of any outbursts of lust. Yet you persisted obliviously. Circe turned to you, scoffing LOUDLY.

"*Look, I'm not in the mood right now, ok..?" She crossed her arms, lying to you and herself. "...To talk anyway..."