As she presses lips to his, he reaches behind his own head, undoing the ribbon keeping it in place at the back of his head and removing the mask. The cool air that hits his temples, his eyes, his cheekbones, makes him smile as their lips meet fully.

One of his hands reaches up slowly to stroke her chin with care and as he pulls his mouth away, he looks her in the eyes, gaze unhindered by the mask now. "You will catch on fast to them, I am sure."