Poseidon + Frost
"Now that would be one hell of a promise," he grinned faintly. He hadn't quite worked out Emma's abilities - she was very much like Wanda, or felt similar at least, but then again... he wasn't truly trying to. They were matched for the night and she was gorgeous. Honestly, within the hour he expected he wouldn't really have concern for anything else but making her toes curl.
Emma would have made the perfect Siren - and he was more than willing to be lured into whatever trap she set.
"You're not wrong," the sea god assured her with an almost nervous laugh. God or not - she definitely had the potential to be trouble. But whatever, he was into it. "But do you really need an invitation to find out?" She didn't strike him as the type who didn't get her way somehow. And part of him had to wonder if it was a front of some sort, put up for protection. Luckily her hand on his thigh basically kept him from thinking too deeply on the matter. Poseidon turned his head to lean in closer to her ear as his eyes glanced out of the dancing bodies. "I know this is your shin dig but.. you don't have to stay present and accounted for the entire time, do you?"