He leans into the hand a bit, a smile on his lips as he guides her slowly, as if the steps require such motions, towards the open doors that lead outside. It's a cool night, late enough that the grass is slightly dewy and the air is filled with crickets and night birds and rustling. The music on the dance floor tapers outside, becomes soft, still able to be followed, merely dulled down.

His own hand slides from hers, brushes her chin beneath the mask that hides the rest of her face. He tilts his head curiously, half-hates how it hides her beautiful nose and brow, half-loves how it seems to give her an air of mystery that she didn't quite have before.

"Out here it is much better."