It felt like an eternity before there was a reply. All the while, she stood there, unsure if she was merely being paranoid, overly sensitive; perhaps someone had followed her to her lessons and they were waiting for something to be heard? Her brow furrowed, glancing at the door, mind almost made up to go back out and check to see if she were truly alone. Just as she made to go, stepping toward it, another voice pulled her focus.<span style="font-style: italic">His</span>voice. Halting in her steps, her heart skipping several beats as a hint of a smile crossed her lips, her head dipped into a low bow of respect.<br/><br/>The sconce's light caused a flickering to fill the room, her brow furrowing as she glanced back toward the mirror, a quiet gasp of surprise escaping her lips. Her Angel of Music, right there. Eyes slipping over the whole of him in wonder, head tilting just a bit as her hair shifted about her shoulders, curls whispering across her fabric. As the moment progressed, watching him in wonder, the glass separating them seemed to vanish and he was there. Corporal, the light playing off of his mask, casting his shadow across the floor, she was in shock. Eyes wide, breath hitched, watching him avidly without making a move to step closer.<br/><br/>Not until his hand reached over the threshold, eyes dropping to it as he spoke one more word. It seemed to reverberate into the otherwise silence, the only sound contesting it being the sound of the flickering candles behind him and her own heartbeat in her ears. Was this really happening? Where would he take her?<br/><br/>There was a brief flash of hesitation before her steps quietly, slowly, carried her forward. Her hand extended, pulling back for the span of a breath as it hovered in the air above his, as though the last of the debate made itself known in her mind. But, her mind made itself up, closing the gap, coming to rest in his firm grasp with a nod, too in awe to speak.<br/><br/>Tonight, they'd work.