Pan's grin concealed his slight surprise at the compliment, and he inclined his head. "I don't think I shall be beating down your father anytime soon," he said, nodding to Lysander. "We've managed a lovely pattern of avoiding each other completely, and it'd be a shame to disrupt it, don't you think?"

Then he shook his head. "Gods, listen to us," he said. "A party, and we're talking about Lightning Brat."