It all seems a little too perfect for him, makes him wonder just what sort of thing could come out and ruin it. But nothing seems to be doing so, especially when she takes off her own mask and reveals her face, soft in the moonlight and he moves to wrap around her tightly, stopping their slow dance to hold her close to him.

The words fall past his lips before he can catch them. "Thank you." It's soft, against her hair as he strokes it slowly.