"Oh, no, no, wasn't avoiding you. I suspected you wouldn't mind. I was more worried about them, as most of them are stuffy, and don't enjoy a good joke." He gestures to the itchy crowd; the gods don't seem to have really taken notice, but their companions are starting to suffer, under the powerful itching powder. Aviendha, among them. "And, rest? Bah, I've hardly started." he grins, and his eyes flash, eagerly.