Philammon leaned back from the pass-through, glanced behind him to the goddess there, then took a step toward the window. Outside, the nightlife teemed with rhythm and human syncopation. It had been much simpler a few years ago, back when he didn't spend much time with his family or the other divine entities on Olympus. There had always been Asklepios - always him - but the rest....
He pushed his hand through the divide between his curtains and nudged the fabric aside. Aphrodite had sent him no invitation. Perhaps it was because they had a strictly business-like relationship, even if the business she shared with him had been shared in his bed on Olympus. Either way, Philammon was glad for it. Parties were not quite his thing. Not divine ones, in any case. The last one had him hauling Aunt Hestia out from under the demonic hooves of strange Sumerian beasts, had him near frantic to find Calliope in the fray... No, he would prefer not to go to any other 'party' again so soon. If Asklepios asked, he'd do it for his brother. But hopefully the healer had enough sense to ask a pretty girl instead. And as he glanced again behind him, he hoped his brother had even more sense not to ask the pretty girl in the room with them. She may be his friend, but she was still an Underworlder - tears for Artemis aside.
The last thing he wanted to hear about was half-mad Underworlders showing up because Philotes had been 'kidnapped' and dragged to a party. As insane as the Underworld had been acting lately, just such a thing sounded terrifyingly plausible. Philammon wanted to do something, anything, to try to settle the strife... but it was obvious he was powerless to help now. And at that party, even if he had been invited, he would be nothing more than a shield for women and effeminate winged little boys. There was no reason for that, either.
He finally left the window and came to rest in the armchair closest to it instead. He couldn't think of anything to say; it was clear that Asklepios and Philotes had a closer bond than he could imagine. If there were any minds to be swayed in this room tonight, it would not be by his words.