After the exchange on the network Lysander had to admit that he was curious. The poetry shared there had been dark, depressing, but he had been promised something about love too, so he went to the Blue Box to hear what the fae had to offer.
He said in the back, his glamour masking his eyes, turning them a quite nondescript brown, reducing the natural glow of his skin and hair. He was still beautiful and got quite a few glances (mostly from women, but also from a few guys). But he ignored them. And when the fae stepped on the stage and offered his poetry, he found himself smiling.
It wasn't that it was that bad really -though not really all that good either. He was really more smiling about himself and his expectations. And the yell from the audience actually made him laugh. He got up when the fae left the stage and joined him. "Ode to stone, huh?"