Pollux nodded, relieved that there was something she wanted to do, and after a moment of painful indecision, he took his hand out of his pocket and took Lela's arm, holding onto her gently. He thought he remembered doing that the last time he'd escorted a girl to a party, and even if that was a hundred years ago or more, it seemed polite. "Sounds good," he answered, a bit more confident, and led the way, looking around with interest. It was colorful, at least, and the different sorts of food smelled pretty good.
He smiled at Lela, his spirits lifting. He could do this. It wasn't so hard. "Are you hungry?" he asked. "We could grab something to eat. A lot of this smells pretty Greek, and, you know." He shrugged. "I love Greek food." Not that it was the same nowadays as it had been back home in Sparta -- Spartan food wasn't that great, really, but Athens, now, and Crete had done great seafood. He still had a taste for the food of his homeland, and really, the food had only gotten better since he had been young.