Ah, one of the cupides. That's why he looked so familiar. Of course he was Roman. Though what he was doing here was questionable. It had been some time since the Romans thought of this as their territory and with so much going on in their own home country over the past few centuries, Rosmerta had not seen one of them in some time. Not even her so-called husband.
Sometimes she really missed Mercury. He was always so charming and fun, in such an effortless way. Not in this overwhelming, bang-you-over-the-head fashion of the love god standing beside her. Though she supposed it wasn't his fault that he came off the way he did, it was just part of his nature to be inclined to flirting, probably. And though she recognized it for what it was, she could admit that he was handsome enough that she was letting it work.
“Brother to Cupid,” she nodded, making the little curls at the sides of her cheeks dance. She rather hated those, honestly, though they were terribly in fashion. But they felt odd every time she moved her head. “I have heard of you, I admit. Though I didn't know dueling was one of your hobbies, I would imagine it is logical given what you do. I don't do duels, or set them up in my spare time, I assure you. I'm not even that fond of fighting, though I do know your father. He and I... had some dealings some time ago. I am Rosmerta.”
Nodding toward the dancers, she explained quickly, “They did change the steps. They made it boring, though they think it's very scandalous since they are almost hugging. Really, they should have seen some of the dances back in Rome when Caligula sat on the throne. The original dance is a lot of fun, actually. Pity they changed it so poorly.”