The women adored him, the gentlemen wanted to be him. He bowed in a graveful repose and stood back up knowing it was her the Crimson Butterfly known as Isabella he had been searching for this entire time. Behind his mask he still kept that calm smile as if pleased to finally continue the job, one the request for refreshments was asked, those around them tilted their hears in jest to Isabella seeing how odd she must have looked for asking such a request in public and also to a gentleman of such stature.<br/><br/>"I would prefer." A pause was added for effect as he looked over towards the largely opened window that streched towards the balcony, there they could have their privace and considering it had a sheath over head it would not be cold outside nor would they be covered in snow but rather stare into winters bliffful calming kisses on London'd grounds.<br/><br/>" To follow me." Another gentle smile, this one a request for her to follow his lead and trust him to lead them to a safe area to which they can keep their privacy and speak of what must be done, he gently gripped Isabella's right hand and began leading her through the crowds of people manuvering quiet nicely through the slots that were given, laughter came from him at the prospect of this being a fantasy, if this was no job at all he would have found this amusing and perhaps even quaint to have a companion as well as an excellent dance partner.