Hermod blinked when Bast threatened to punch him. She didn’t know who he was. Was that a good thing or a bad thing? She remembered the mask, that was something, right? He didn’t know what he should do now.
He hadn’t planned on what would happen once she came over to him. Bragi would tell him to talk to her but a different brother’s approach was the one he emulated. Silently, Hermod bowed to Bast and waved his arm in the direction of the dance floor.
She might like the chance to dance with someone she thought was a perfect stranger.