He closed his eyes, just as she wished him to.  Even after that bit of roughness before their wonderful sex, he trusted her absolutely. He gave her hands a light squeeze, as if to reassure her that everything was okay. He couldn't help but feel like she was nervous; and she really did have some good reasons to be so.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes when she said to, and stared at the mirror.  For a long time, he just sort of stared. Curiosity turned to confusion. "Okay. I am not hallucinating here, right? You are... invisible to mirrors?" This felt very surreal. "And cold," He was quiet, but only for a single moment. "And much stronger than I remember." He gently guided her body so that he could check out her neck. "And no hickies."<br/><br/>Again, the quiet came. He kissed her on the forehead, then slowly walked over to the bed, and sat down on the edge of it. He watched her, closely. "I feel like this is either a terrible joke, or I've just walked straight into a movie. Or I've finally lost it. Do you have fangs?" In the heat of the moment, he hadn't been certain. He seemed to be taking things well, so far. He was more disbelieving than alarmed or angry or anything, which was probably just how the Masquerade was supposed to work.