"Why not here?" Meli has ventured into the kitchen to make use of her corkscrew, only pausing in pursuit of uncorking the bottle as he asks her just why she had decided on her home. She glances over at first, and then proceeds in her task. His apprehension is palpable, and Melinoe cannot help but begin to question her choice. Without looking at him, she calmly winds the screw into the stopper. “Because I thought that with fewer distractions, we would actually have an opportunity to talk. No need to worry about waitstaff or whether or not the next table over has exceedingly loud children.”

She pulls the cork out with a mildly satisfying ‘pop’ before pausing, appearing as though she’s mulling something around to say. “That and those who follow me have a tendency to stay quiet or hide away when there are fewer people. And when you are with me.”

The subject is changed as she pulls down two wine glasses in addition to mentally kicking herself while she pours them each a measure. “Papa has mentioned that he would like to meet with you tomorrow. Something about a task he needs completed.” For Melinoe, it has always been more than the physical attraction with Phonos, but it was becoming very difficult for her to ignore such a primal sensation with him standing only a few feet away watching her move toward him to hand him his glass. "He did not specify a time."