[ His gaze flits down to the mask and then back to her face before a corner of his lips quirks upwards. He arches an eyebrow at her, patient. ]

Sure. We can talk about the mask. [ He leans in closer to her, bending over where she stands with her hand propped on a hip, giving him attitude that just makes him want to kiss her again. ] We probably should, don't you think? Although you're the one that seems to have something on your mind in regard to it. Enlighten me.