An Faint chuckle, as he makes the suggestion- and asks an question. "Well... That'd depend on how I enjoyed the touch." She responds with an low, sultry hint- then an soft laugh.. as he threatens the bystander. She tilts her head to the side. "My- quick tempered..? Would I be wrong to take you for an warrior, sir..?" She inquires softly, as she drifts closer in answer to his retreat- and takes an elegant step. As she drifts around him, to look from an different angle as her dress twirls about her- the bloody red fabric spiralling in the air about her as she twirls faintly to keep facing him.<br/><br/>"I apologize, if I seem an bit strange. This is my first time to one of these things- I've never been one for ceremony or balls, save when duty called...Ahh." And then she shrugs, as if it doesn't matter- and smiles at him. The feather sticking out of her red hat... is black. An odd note...<br/><br/>And the Mask. Tingle to the touch it did- and dark magic indeed, is contained within... it courses, it surges- and he felt the power of whoever made it still linked- as if it was an focus, rather than an enchanted item... more akin to the stave used by the warmage to focus his spells, than to the pretty bauble worn by an minor nobles daughter. "I am the Woman In Red, tonight. Who are you, this fine evening?" She inquires of him,  as she stops her twirl to face the Direwolf head on.<br/><br/>It's exhilarating, this moment- speaking so brazenly, like she never has before. It's just like one of her books, she almost thinks.. then dismisses the childish notion with an throaty chuckle.