Aviel's face broke from a stern, business expression, into a big smile, as Aven threw out his thoughts on the matter. A flash back to his own days as a mortal brought warmth to Aviel's heart, the bit of himself he saw in Aven more than enough to remind him of better days. He remembered his days courting Hakon, the two star-crossed lovers of opposite sides of a senseless Civil War, and that beautiful sunset over Reahj while they sat on top the clock tower on their first date. In many ways, Aven was everything Aviel wished he could have been, innocence and all. If he'd grown up in this world, it's possible that would have been the case, but still, he closed his eyes. Despite the countless struggles, he couldn't bring himself to regret his past for long, not when it led him to Hakon. On the same notion, their current trial was nothing but another chapter in the saga of tribulations the two had gone through in their time, and he had little doubt that it wouldn't be the last. A sense of pride came over him as he laughed jovially at Aven's drunken speech, the tension in the room all but obliterated by the light the young man constantly exuded from his words and actions. He was positive, the boy was suited to the light of Radiance far more than himself, and he'd certainly grow to match Aviel one day.
As if on queue to the true beginning of the feast, Agatha and Arcturus arrived in spectacular fashion. Agatha's not entirely unexpected hearty welcome was greeted with a grin by Aviel. "It's been too long, in fact, Agatha. Official business, of course, but a feast never hurts. Oh, and I latched a ride with my young charge over there." Aviel's surprise surfaced at Agatha's reaction to spotting Aven, and his mind quickly surveyed the possible reasons. Agatha was single, to his last recollection, but he was nearly positive that was because Valkyrie didn't normally court or even marry. Hakon was an exception as she was adopted by Odin upon their arrival to this universe. If that was the case, then it was unlikely her actions were founded solely in her own interest, but rather an alternate motive. Agatha's words, of course, lit a spark in Aviel's mind as he realized just what was going on, and his grin widened. He'd have to agree wholeheartedly with Agatha, Markus hadn't a chance: and he would know, he'd met the young man on multiple occasions. It may have been a small bit of paternal pride, but nevertheless, Aviel Kilandre-Alveron could personally guarantee that an Alveron never loses a battle of love.
Aven, on the other hand, was quite in shock, and rightly so: he'd been about to introduce himself to the new arrivals, having sat back down after being incredibly pleased with the outcome of his miniature speech, when out of nowhere, the Valkyrie named Agatha pounced directly in front of him and began to inspect his body. This was no simple once over, either, but a thorough, detailed analysis of his physical worth as a man, not to mention that her hand coddled his chin with great intensity. Her skin was as expected of a warrior, calloused and tough, but somehow, it was smooth at the same time. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, as he attempted to object to the sudden treatment, but the words got caught in his throat. Her presence was commanding, and even in his drunken state, the earnest and effortless dominance that Agatha exuded cowed Aven, and he was reduced to simply allowing her to tilt his head back and forth, making several flattering remark about his physique. What was this about a wager, though? Agatha'd just arrived, they hadn't time to make any recent bets, but all the same, it seemed to involve him in some way. His mind was too hazy to connect the pieces of a puzzle, so all he could think of was that it was some kind of bet as to whether he was worthy to be on a team with Nessa. Yes, that had to be it, after, she made a comment about his musculature, a key component in battle, and since Valkyrie were essentially Angels of War, it made perfect sense. All the pieces simply fell into place for Aven, and he had no reason to ask clarification. After all, what else could it possibly be? Nothing, that was what.
The issue, of course, became that Agatha didn't stop there. Nessa attempted to intervene, and he wished she had, because in response, Agatha leaned in, not inches away, her face passing dangerous close beyond his as she... smelled him? It was ridiculous, why would she do that? Better question, why was all the blood in his body suddenly in his face, and feeling extremely self conscious about whether he'd washed thoroughly enough that morning? Her compliment, contrary to what he'd thought, actually made it worse, and his vision blurred, before his head lolled back, and he slumped in Agatha's grip, temporarily passing out. Metaphorical steam rose from his ears as she let him free, returning to her seat, and Aven slowly revived, only to dig into more food, trying to bury his embarrassment in the veritable mound of delicious morsels he'd quickly gathered onto his plate. "It's okay, Nessa, I'm totally fine, no harm done, really, it's no big deal." The blood red shade of his poorly hidden face told her just how fine he was, of course, and it didn't' exactly corroborate his tall tale.