[ He lowers the mask again at the question, but only so he can lean in those last few inches between them, hovering just in front of her. His fingertips slide back along her jaw, reminiscent of his touches that night.

He gives a quiet hum, his eyes darkening a shade as they hold her gaze. ]

Was I the only one who found it so memorable, then? [ He tsks’s his tongue softly in chiding. ] No, that can’t be it. I’m quite sure I left more of an impression than that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be dancing around this quite so stubbornly. What’s wrong, Hilda? It’s a little late to claim you didn’t enjoy yourself now. I definitely remember otherwise. Quite vividly, in fact.