Heart pounding in your ears, you take a steadying breath and force yourself to meet Luna's imperious glare head-on. "Your Highness," you begin, struggling to keep your voice level and placating. "I assure you, there is no deception at play here. 'Tis merely an... eccentric guise, in keeping with the spirit of this evening's revels." Good job not rhyming, Anon; that was definitely not helping the 'deception' angle.