As he watched the dancing, Anteros tried to remember why he had felt compelled to come to this ball tonight. The wine was watered down, and the all the ladies and gentlemen seemed to be caught up in being seen with and by the right people. It was definitely not his type of crowd, and he felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb.
He hated dealing with the elite. The fact that they tended judge people based only by their societal rank irked him. Usually after spending any amount of time with the mortal uppercrust, he would feel the urge to smash their heads together. Not really a fitting thought for an erote, but he carried the blood of War as well as Love.
Anteros sighed. He really didn't want to deal with these lords and ladies any longer, but duty called. One of the young lords in the middle of the dancing had broken the heart of a young woman. He had charmed the young woman, but as soon as a better offer had come along, he had left her high and dry. There had been no reason for that young man to toy with the emotions of the girl, using her until someone a step higher came along. The erote was pretty sure the young lord would keep playing the game, breaking hearts right and left until he was stopped. The question was, how to punish the lord and teach him a lesson.
Anteros downed the rest of his glass of wine. It paled in comparison to some of Dionysius' brews, but it would do for now. Once his job was done, then he could go and enjoy a real drink. He went looking for a refill as he contemplated the best way to take the young lord down a peg or two.