"He likes the ballet, you know. I think I could learn to appreciate it. Tights, and all." Rhydian grinned, leaning in too close before before stealing his flask back. "I'll be sure to tell him you called him a pansy. And that you disapprove." Since they were obviously going to lose. They'd be out of here before either of them froze to death, he was sure, although at this rate ... well, it would either be very soon, or very disappointing. "You know, if you pretended to like the ballet you might do pretty well for yourself, too."