[Nico looks back out the window while Erichthonios slips into contempltion, wracking his brain for where he heard that name before. It is decidedly Greek, but not the name of any god he knows.

He looks back over when Erichthonios speaks again, stating his parent's name, and that name is Not-Greek-At-All.]

Nice to meet you, Erichthonios, son of Lahabrea.

Hopefully there's things to do other than dancing at this ball thing. They have to know throwing people into a social gathering against their will is going to end in a lot of awkwardness. Or fights.

[Some more social people might dance, but even then. Nico lets out a breath through his nose and slumps a bit. Very much a teenager being foreced to go socialize because it would 'good for him.']