"You didn't startle me." Zeph answered with a snort. "You scared me half to death." He joked, grinning. As she looked at him like he was crazy, he proceeded to look indignant. "Well of course. In your language, you shine like the sun and have the face of an angel. In my language, you are prettier than a Cobra and have the face of a fox." He scoffed, using his own terms of what he thought was beautiful and cunning. "Plus I need to practice compliments- I'm not the best at them." He added with another snort, glad that she was taking care of the pan and he didn't have to go anywhere near it. After they were done, he dug in, super happy that he was actually eating. Something good. Perfectly made eggs. "Can you cook them like this every time!?" He exclaimed with a chuckle. The eggs were gone in a couple seconds, in quite a fast pace. "Ready to go creep around some deadly cyclops?" He asked with a smile, his dark blue eyes sparkling as he stood, his mind already thinking about what he had to grab.

"Yeah, yeah- alright, drama queen." Tempe mocked, chuckling as he continued. "It sounds like in your language, you're insulting me- but I do like the one I understand." She teased, smiling as he continued. "That's for sure. You could definitely use some practice in that department." She giggled, finishing her food and then setting her dishes in the sink. "I can try. No promises though- lightning never strikes the same place twice, right?" She joked, stretching out and turning to him. She blew out a breath and shook out her hands. "Whenever you are." She nodded, glancing upstairs.

"It's true! I had a hear attack." Zephyr frowned jokingly, trying to command his face not to break. "In my language, sun is death and horrifying ugliness and angels are horrific creatures of fairytales, so comparing you to a Cobra, sleek, majestic, and independant, and a fox, cunning, sly, and beautiful, are most definitely compliments." He huffed, defending his amazing detailed explanation of what he thought of her. And that wasn't the half of it, in any way shape or form. "That's exactly why I said it. I do need practice, and I will practice whenever I can. You can be my test subject." He smiled sweetly, then let out a small chuckle. "Pff, I'm sure you can cook up a few eggs if you manage to make the sky shake when you don't like someone." he snorted, recalling how he had been able to hear thunder rumbling when they had first met. "Okay, sounds good to me. Let's go now." He commented, striding back to the bedroom. He then grabbed his bag of weapons, slinging it over his shoulder, almost stabbing himself in the ribs with a dagger, and walking back out to the main room. After that, he waited for Tempe, ready for when she was.

Tempe gave a soft huff of laughter, shaking her head and pressing her index finger to the tip of his nose. "You're gonna kill me with your sweetness, you know that?" She chuckled, moving past him to look out the window and adjust her sheathed a little bit. "For a demigod of death, you can be seriously adorable." She joked, fixing the knives along her ribs and glancing at her bracelet with a small breath out. "You're not alone. Compliments are just so... awkward, sometimes. I dunno. I think you're the most attractive, intelligent, emotionally wise people I know, but telling you that just feels so... strange." She shrugged, turning and leaning her back against the counter. She rolled her eyes at his mention of their meet-cute (more like meet-ugly), crossing her arms with a little smile. "Guess we'll have to find out."

She nodded when he spoke, pushing off the counter and trotting upstairs to the bedroom. She grabbed her bag, checked it, and slung it over her shoulder. After, she made her way back down and right to Zeph's side. "Lead the way." She said lightly, waving her hand forward.

"Of all the things I could kill you with- not that I'd want to, as you pointed out earlier- sweetness is not high on the list." Zephyr snorted in amusement, grabbing a stray dagger and observing it for a moment. He glanced up at her next words, letting our a small scoff. "Adorable is NOT the right word." He feigned indignance. "I do like attractive, intelligent, and emotionally wise, however. Although, the last one I'm not so sure about." He grinned, quickly following her up to the room to grab his own bag, and a different shirt. It looked the same, mind you, but it was clean. "One moment, please." He said, picking out his favorite daggers and slipping them in his belt before swiftly pulling off his shirt and putting on the other. "Okay, now I'm ready." Zeph grabbed his bag and jacket, going back downstairs and opening the door. He exited the building with a glance around, his dark blue eyes observing everything before he waited for Tempe then closed the door behind her. He turned to her. "Cyclops are around 33 or so miles away. What means of transport do you prefer?" He inquired with a slight smile.