Styx did not even restrain the urge to roll her eyes. Really, she loved Zelos and there was no end to that love, but he was really such a hound. And honestly, she would not have an escort. The fact that she was there at all was miracle enough. But to have to tolerate someone else for the span of an evening that did not know her well enough to not grate on her last nerve... was not high on her list of things to do.
“Of course not,” she replied, because he should know better. But then, Styx added, “I have two that could escort me over to the bar. Unless they have other plans or,” she slid a look to Zelos, “need to start their prowl.”