This, was dangerous. So many alarm bells were ringing in his head from the moment he pulled his suit coat on, through fixing his hair just so, while adjusting his baroque inspired mask... everything was telling him that this was probably one of the worst ideas he had ever agreed to follow through on. Considering his father was Hermes, his mother Aphrodite and he was numbered among the erotes... that was saying quite a lot.
Zeus was going to be there. The chances of something happening where higher than he cared for. This was dangerous. And yet... Hedylogos had to admit a tiny bit of a thrill at the idea.
Which was completely and utterly unlike him.
At least he knew what he was looking for through the crowd, because his time was going to be limited for this portion. Which was why he had a small smile on his face as he walked up behind her and spoke softly, “It speaks of the quality of woman who is able to take one of the most ghastly creations in formal wear and manage turn it comely by the simple act of wearing it.”