Arven quirked a brow. Considering himself an adventure sounded rather arrogant; he supposed he could be arrogant from time to time, but really what he'd meant was that others sometimes considered him an adventure. A mountain to be scaled. But that was not really for him to say, and to brag was to bore.

"I've never attended a ball where an Aphrodite of any kind has been present", he admitted, "so you may well be right; life is what you make of it, and if I close myself to an entire ilk of event then I close myself to opportunity. So... given your encouragement, should I suppose that you are able to procure me an invitation to the next high-class soirée?" he asked roguishly.