[ Ogmios leans into the touch below his ear with a low hum of appreciation, the skin of his thigh tingling beneath Eros' touch, even though hand and leg are separated by a layer of fabric. He is momentarily distracted, like a pleased cat, before he opens his eyes once again to look over the other god's face in the dark, vision finally adjusting better to the light (or lack of it). He smiles, in a habitually broad manner, as if privy to a secret no one else knows, even though his thoughts are rarely kept secret for very long. ]

About your ever wandering hands. About your effortless, soothing company, [ he pauses just for a moment, turning and shifting his head to press a light kiss to Eros' wrist ] and how I haven't had the chance to enjoy that company for a while. [ There's nothing even faintly accusatory in his tone; it's just a statement of fact, that they hadn't seen each other in a while. ] Hence the pleasant surprise.