Aphrodite had to admit she was rather impressed by the lad--he was a remarkably graceful dancer. More impressive still was his ability to resist the miasma of powers coming together on the stage.

However, he wasn't really watching where he was going--more concerned with avoiding her gaze and not running into the other people on the stage. Aphrodite, however, was, and ever so subtly steered their path. When he finally stopped, she smirked at him. Above their heads was a plump ball of mistletoe.

"You dance beautifully, Ebenezer," she cooed, "Though it seems perhaps you had more than dancing on your mind?"