Alan had never met most of the gods in this room, but he listened carefully to gossip and he was well versed on his classical mythology. They were easy to pick out of the crowd once you picked up the hints.
But people watching was coming second to keeping his hands all over Iestyn. No one would be in any doubt who this young mortal was going home with. Which Alan though was probably for the best. Without him around, who knew what could happen to such an innocent in a bacchanalia such as this?
"How are you feeling?" Alan asked him, brushing a thumb across Iestyn's cheek. "Still okay?"