"Eros.." Artemis protested, her voice soft. "I think this is the type of dance you bring a date to, not your best friend."

Taking a moment to stop where they were outside of the entrance hall, the fourteen-year-old considered the words that hung in the air between them as the brunette beside him stood awkwardly in her long blue gown, teetering on those heels girls always subjected themselves to - but not Artie, not usually.

"It may be, yeah. But who says we can't go as friends?"

"People will talk."

"Let them." Eros grinned, and offered his hand once more.