Khalida takes a seat, and she smiles at Aphrodite. “I find it quaint, Lady of Love,” she replies in French. 

Asa grins. “Looks like the goddess agrees with me.”

Sorcha stands in front of the love seat. “May I sit with you?” She blushes faintly. 

Khalida straightens. “Aphrodite, if I may, what were you going to say before you were so rudely interrupted?” She smiles at Levi, after she asks the question in French.