For her part Anya tries to not think of New Year's, of the possibilities that had been held, so many what ifs as she stood beside him in the crowd. If she really thought of that night, of how he looked at her and how he smiled, it would drive her a little crazy to know what she had missed. Turning into a werewolf had not been part of any plan or thought she'd had that night.

Now that's free from the party, she releases a breath that she hadn't fully realized she'd been holding. It's been over a month since the last party she went to and while this was not sponsored by this strange city, there had been magic to it. A small part of her had been afraid that something equally as unexpected would happen to her again.

"Do you?" she asks with a curious tilt of her head. "I prefer this as well."

The curl brushing against her cheek moves as they walk and her need to do something with her hands, a nervous energy that is part run-off from the party, part being here with Gleb, compels her to reach up and brush it back. Somewhere in the confines of her small purse she has a hairpin that she could use, but she doesn't want to stop to find it.

"The party was magical, though, even if it was a bit too much for my taste." She pauses, shaking her head thoughtfully. "It was like something long ago and nothing like it. I'm not used to it."