Poseidon didn't care much for these events, but Amphitrite seemed sore she missed the last one, and with her back, he was no mood to sour her own. He also needed no reason to hide who he was, so blue suit and an old Greek-style version of himself was more than appropriate.
He was not however admiring anything else in the room, even if it was fancier than the office parties and dinners for the other ties and their wives. He looked over to his arm, his deep blue eyes watching as Amphitrite seemed to dance on her feet. "You glow, tonight," and honestly he had not seen that since she came back. He hadn't felt that swell of desire quite so strongly until now. Gods, he loved that woman more than anything, but all that time apart had taken some time to catch up to.