While it may not be much she asked, for Magnus it was a tricky affair indeed. Navigating the murky waters of court with his position had proven difficult, albeit he did it with much finesse. But more then that, it was Magnus's lofty goals that added an extra layer of complexity to it all. As he watched Iolanthe fix her hair and adjusting her skirts, his heart hitched at a beat - what was she entering this relationship with? While it was not entirely a farce, for Magnus did find her more attractive then was safe... his first intentions was not as she seemed, at least not what she thought was anyway.

Or was it?

A slight chuckle escaped her lips when she obviously gave up on her hair, and Magnus easily allowed her to help straighten his chiton, something his sister and mother often did for him before he left for court functions - for he favored pants more then chiton's and formal attire.

But when Iolanthe slipped her arms around his waist, the spymaster froze with a start. They had cuddled and shared words in bed after copulation of course, yet this embrace seemed more intimate as she traced his muscles, that it took Magnus a moment before he reciprocated in kind by enveloping his arms around her shoulders, allowing her to lay her head on his chest.

"Go and procure something tomorrow morning at the markets then. I'm sure the markets in Midas would carry some tincture or tonic that would help." he replied, leaning back to watch as she smiled. He chuckled in return. "Ah, I've heard." Of the lady of the Peisistratos lands and her parties? Plenty. Magnus himself had partook in it a few times when he was younger and more nubile, before his ambitions made itself heard beyond the call of his basal desires, and he had retracted himself. "Climbing the trellis would add a sense of adventure though, would it not?" he teased in return.

Leaning down, Magnus offered a last kiss on her nose, and then a brief, chaste one on her lips that was a tease of what had transpired, before he took a step back. "Do you want to return first?" he murmured, ever then gentleman. With the other arm however, he motioned at an alleyway that led to the other end. His tone was apologetic as he continued, his eyes glittering with his apology even in the dim light. "But if you prefer to leave, you can follow this passage. I'll slip out to the front entrance and inform your carriage and driver of your location. Apologies, Io, I cannot escort you out. I have matters to deal with first, and my sister would be waiting for me in court, and I cannot leave Leto by herself."