Aphrodite was quiet as she thought that Laz was mad at her while he just stared blankly at the wall, wondering at which point the crazy train derailed and somehow landed on the good ship insanity.
"You know what? Yeah. I'm not going to think about this. Nope. Whatever his thing is, good for him. Still... I wonder if his wife knows? I mean... that might explain a lot... right?" Laz was talking out loud to himself, but wasn't really paying attention to the fact that he wasn't alone. While Aphrodite seemed to be the embodiment of lust... the truth was she was clearly a few cards short of a full deck. While this didn't mean Laz looked down on her since his belief of how a person was stemmed mostly from how they were raised, he also didn't think she was going to actually be a threat to him either.
Turning around to face her while she was still just able to move her head, Laz thought to himself.
