Over the moon on a red rocketship

He accepted her drink gladly, but only took a sip. It was late in the night - or early in the morning morning, depending on who you asked - and drinking had been one of his main activities. Hyperion may not have been the brightest but if there was one thing that was guaranteed to stick in his mind it was lessons related to boning. He knew what would happen if he had too much and he knew not from hearsay, but from experience. That stinging memory, dulled as it was by tonight's liquor, still embarrassed him. Never again. And especially not with this woman on the line.

"Ballad," he said softly, taking the name for a test run. The corners of his mouth rose in a small smirk. "Lovely." Wasn't that some kind of music thing? That was cute and kind of fitting. It sounded dainty and inviting, and was certainly the sort of name he expected to hear attached to such a woman.

Hyperion smiled gently in confusion at the mention of giving Fenris a proper greeting. By the sound of it that was a god of some kind. Right? Not a boyfriend she was subtly threatening him with. Surely not. He was far too good looking to be chased off in favor of cutesy loyalty to a man who hadn't the sense to stick with his woman at a party like this. Nah, it had to be the name of a god or spirit or some other such gobbledy gook. He leaned in as though interested in hearing more, his silver gaze expectant and playful. "Fenris? Patron saint of...wild parties and meteoric lovers?"