Oh, but he won't stay hidden for long in this crowd. Eros had spotted the unusual rolling fog and grinned sharply as he'd seen who had walked out. His shirt is still only half-buttoned from his recent...introduction to the lovely Freya, with a souvenir half-visible on his collarbone, and his grin is free and easy as he approaches from behind.

"Dreamer," he offers, no less flirtatious now than he'd been the last time they'd met, though he'd looked substantially different then. "Nice entrance."