The man is struck dumb with wordlessness. "How can I make a ghost feel alive?" He wonders, then a figurative lightbulb blinks alive over his head. "Oh, right. Well, if you died in battle, we could slip away and start a battle somewhere else, and that would make you...feel...alive?" Lightning shudders on the inside. He is not used to this. For a brief moment, he wishes he was back in the North, but loses that wish when his eyes wander over to the table filled with foods and drinks. He is both intrigued and repulsed by the ridiculous amount of food stored on these tables. "Want to grab a drink and go for a walk? The heat is unbearable in here," He asks her, puling a bit on the collar of his fur shirt.<span style="font-style: italic">This is dumb. This entire bloody party. But I have to marry a princess to free my people...</span>His curious silver eyes glance down at her glowing red ones and he does indeed touch the mask. The magic tingling at his finger tips makes his confidence rise a bit more, almost as if he had been drinking. "What happens if my hands touch more than your pretty mask?" The barbarian asks, tilting her face up to look into his own. "What would you do?" The magic coursing against his hand is thrilling, causing his heart to beat just a bit faster, then he s claped n the back by someone dressed as a faun and congradulated on his costume. The annoyed look in his eyes says. 'If you touch me again, I will feed you your legs,' which forces the faun to back off. HE looks after the feminine, sashaying hips, and takes a step back from the bloody Phantom, taking a deep breath.<span style="font-style: italic">Idiot. You almost cost yourself everything on the first night. It is this heat....</span>