Turning away from any guest was a hardship, but turning to any of them was a pleasure, so things seemed to balance themselves. It was no different when Deimos arrived. She was standing beside him when he entered as though she had been in that spot the whole time, and she had a full glass all ready for him to take from her hand.
"Aren't you a pleasant young man to set eyes on. Thank you so much for coming. Not everyone would accept an invitation from a stranger." Not everyone - but perhaps the most interesting people would. She'd rather hoped she'd been right to pick those she had, and she had not been disappointed so far.