You know, [the goddess begins as she floats in close.]

These are getting a bit long.

[Her hand reaches out, and she curls a finger under his chin. Ishtar presses upward hoping to tilt his face upward so he'll have to peer around his nose at her. The stubble, soon-to-be-actual-beard, pricks at her skin. Unpleasant, but not enough to make her recoil. Has he been letting himself go on purpose, or has he simply been obsessively working again?

The thought Ishtar frown.]

If you won't take care of them I will. It's too hot out for them to get any longer.