For a fatherless son.

The girl would nearly quiver with excitement. Her jowls would clench, withholding a joyful and childish bark that would have otherwise escaped her. She had made her first conquest. Not only a new friendship, but a new brother. And one which was not so distant or cold. A wide and somewhat toothsome smile would stretch upon her small, delicate face. I would play with you Erebos. But I do believe you're too old for that. It's too cold in any case. What is it that you like to do? Circe would inquire with a curious gaze, her lips moving in a precise manor so that the movement would not disturb his shoulder, nor muffle her words.