Hera, Poseidon & Open
"I like to think of the ocean as something rather primal itself," Poseidon returned with a twinkle in his eyes, "A beast that cannot be controlled nor tamed, you cannot domesticate it, as much as you wish to." He wasn't meaning to speak in double talk, but there was something in his word choice that spoke about himself as well. He moved along with the motions of the dance, but kept with the conversation.
"I do not see any of our sisters or brothers here," he said offhandedly, not that he was really expecting Hades to show his face. "But I suppose the task is difficult in identifying each other when we are all masked so." But there were other ways. Clothing said a lot about a person's status, and one merely had to look at the clothes, and even the quality of the mask they wore to wager a good guess.