Bold as she was feeling, and certain as she was that her identity was well hidden by her mask, Hera wasn't completely imprudent. A turn around the dance floor, illuminated and surrounded by others, would only invite scrutiny. She wouldn't risk Hedylogos that way. But she did want the chance to be in his arms. Hence her suggestion.
Which was all that she was thinking of when she made it. Until he moved around behind her. Until he leaned so close that the heat of him was pressed against her back. Until he whispered something that made her think of him naked, limbs tangled with hers. Her breath caught in her throat.
Turning her head so that her could hear her despite keeping her voice low, she murmured, "What I desire is going to have to wait for later, when we are alone. So for now, a dance alone will have to suffice."