While Frost read the accompanying writing and occasionally glanced at the many different forms of the defeated Gods he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Surprised he wrenched his head round at some speed only to see Khione with an evident frown marring her forehead and a smile that wasn't quite a smile on her lips.
Distracted for just a moment and her young paramour dared to leave her side, abandoning the bombshell that was serving as his date.
Realising that he may have made a little bit of a faux pas Frost smiled in a warm gentle manner, trying to be as innocent as possible. His gaze however kept darting back to the display next to him, the forms and figures of the mighty Primordials and even the defeated Gods being too impressive to ignore.
