Cosmo is easily pinned, like a newborn faun he loses balance under Hecate. They land and his eyes go wide, tail already puffed up and lashing like a startled cat. The woman on top of him is... tall. Broad. And he is neither. His cheeks turn bright pink.

"Meet—what...?" he stammers, eyes wide, only an old tome separating their chests. "I—I'm so—I'm so sorry—"