"I think he's a great believer in shooting the messenger," Pan said, and then paused in the act of eating more chocolate and marshmallow as he felt a sudden wave of pure lust settle over the forest.

His head tilted, his eyes narrowing in concentration, and then he smiled as he recognized the source. Well. Sources.

"I would take care, if I were you," he said to Aeneas. "I believe that dear cousin Eros and the lovely Freya are shedding power, and it's only a matter of time before we all feel the effects." He had no problem with that, of course. He embraced it.