I drank more wine and grinned at Poseidon slyly over the rim of my goblet. “What sort of pleasures, my lord? I have yet to feel any.” His ocean-blue eyes flashed with luminescence again. I sensed in him the most romantic of the gods, one who liked the chase, the challenge, and capturing someone worthy of being caught. Of course, in the stories, that hadn’t always been what those he pursued wanted. Did I want Poseidon and a kingdom beneath the sea?
