You were at a party where all gods were invited, including yourself. You went along because you had no one else... Until a partner dance came on and a man walked up to you, holding a glass of champagne.

"Good evening, I'm Night. or if you want to be more technical, I'm God of Night. Are you dancing alone tonight?"

He asked with a raised eyebrow, trying to act innocently curious so he can score a dance with you.