There's a half of a moment that Aphrodite's grin skews delighted. Fjord's expression alone makes the whole thing worth it, and she can't decide if it looks like the poor half-orc is going to faint or simply close the door on them.

"Darling-" Still grinning, she noses up Molly's neck. Lips nibble lightly on Molly's ear while her eyes never leave Fjord's face. Sharp gaze letting him know that he's the one she's addressing. A slender hand trails down Molly's chest, slipping over Vax's arm on the way to reach out to the man standing in the doorway. A crook of her finger beckons him closer.

"We've been waiting for you."