Aphrodite glanced at her playbill, eyes brightening a bit. She shifted close to him, leaning in as she leaned her head on his shoulder to speak softly. "Le Corsaire... you might actually like it." Well, he might if it wasn't for the dancing bits. "Greek girls, harems, privateers... scantily dressed girls on stage."
She offered him a light smile... she was still a bit in shock that he was actually at the ballet. "Do you want to know the story, or would you rather just watch?" She had no doubts he'd not stay awake.. .but that was fine.