"How about with nothing in the way?" It's simply teasing; the night is right in its calmness, and for now, she wants nothing more than to keep swaying like this, with him gently guiding them through the gardens, the lights that had been placed in the bushes twinkling enchantingly. With her head against his chest, her mask starts to press in uncomfortably, so she shifts back to look at him again.

He looks older, more mysterious, with half of his face hidden, but her eyes focus on his lips, lips that she knows so well. She rises up on her toes to press hers softly to them, a gentle, almost innocent kiss, to match the tone of the evening, even if it is out of touch with her comment.