[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.
Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.
Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.
And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.
The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]
I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.
[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]
Feywilds Masquerade
[ He'd spotted her a few times throughout the night, but still wasn't entirely certain his guess was right. he hadn't had a chance to get close enough to look deeper into his guess, either. At least, not until he spotted her slipping out a side door in the direction of the Rose Maze.
Finishing off his wine, he excuses himself from the conversation he'd been halfheartedly taking part in and moved to follow her, slipping silently out onto the patio and moving to her side.
Just as her hand came out to latch onto his with a surprising grip and his golden eyes flit to her masked face, even though it gives nothing away, especially since he can't currently see her mouth - which tended to be one of the most obvious tells of what she was feeling.
And he still wasn't entirely certain he'd guessed correctly in the first place.
The offer, however, gets a quick and easy grin from him, lips curving to reveal teeth as he bent over her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her knuckles. ]
I'm not afraid of your claws. Even if they are sharp. In fact, that might just add to the allure.
[ His voice is low and husky, playful, but there's a deeper lilt, the faint traces of an accent that isn't normally there. Something he's adopted for the evening to help and hide his identity further. He doubts there's anyone here who might recognize the Srengi lilt to his words except for maybe Claude, and even that's doubtful. ]