She knew the name, even if they'd never met. "Oh, you're Eros' brother," she said, relaxing a bit. "As long as you don't shoot me with an arrow, I don't mind that you're here. Although I am a little curious about where half your clothes went."
She watched him brush his fingers over the speaker, and she smiled a little. "Do you like it?" she asked. "I'm dancing to it this Christmas. It's from a ballet called The Nutcracker."