Erato lightly touched a finger to his lips. She didn't doubt whatever malice he had could overpower her aura of harmony, but with the synergy in her blood, she still felt herself the stronger.
"You'll break character," she murmured, her sweet voice barely audible, "No showman wants to break the fourth wall in front on an audience. Fezziwig would not touch his daughter the way Loki would touch Erato."