<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/c6/1b/3f/c61b3fe97aa7f9c75857e44abc69e253.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Henry Carrington<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near the bar<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Early <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> As shown, plus an ebony Phantom of the Opera styled mask<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> Greeting beauty incarnate<br/></span><hr/><br/>That her reply began with a perfect and gracefully sublime curtsy spoke of a woman of culture and manners, not that most of those at the party were born poor or raised apart from a mannerly and cultured way of life, yet many rebelled in ways far more openly, wantonly and wildly than Henry did and all that they may have learned of grace and charm was lost in the wanderlust of seeking out the next incredible high, the raunchiest debauchery possible, but this woman, the way she moved and acted from the moment he first laid his very fortunate eyes upon her was every bit the graceful and grace filled beauty that she appeared.<br/><br/>Raising his own glass to cheerfully 'clink' against the champagne flute that she offered, somewhat between the way of making a toast and that of a greeting, he sipped his drink and drank in every word and image of her even more deeply than she might yet imagine.<br/><br/><strong>"Lady Sarah, you are then well met and, if I may be so bold, have already enchanted me beyond reason, hence there is little chance that my affections and attentions will be drawn away from you at any time this night,”</strong>he replied, his tone full of gentlemanly charm, his words filled with compliments, and yet, if one listened closely, they also dared offer and made a claim upon her so quickly.<br/><br/>Reaching out, the tall and broad shouldered phantom had not yet revealed his own name eve as he touched her hand and wrist with the lightest and warmest of manners, and drew to towards his lips,<br/><br/><strong>“A lady who fears not the courting of danger when she seeks what she desires, one with a rich and exquisitely timbered alto voice that favors my ears so very much, and possessing a beauty that is itself as dangerous and hypnotic as the seductive lure of a flame dancing in the night, I would be an utter fool to not seek your favors and to guard them zealously as my own, and a cad if I did not offer to you all that I am and more…”</strong>he told her and pressed his lips to the top of her wrist near the back of her hand in a kiss of both greeting and promise,<strong>“….I am Henry, and unlike the Phantom I portray at the moment, the only risk that you entail in knowing me is in knowing that I am relentless and fearless as well in pursuit of that which I desire.”</strong><br/><br/>His eyes, even the one partly surrounded by the mask covering half of his face, never stopped admiring her eyes and all the rest of what made her the most desirable creature in the room and quite possibly the entire world as he so far knew it.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you dance?"</strong>he asked, leaving loose his touch and hold upon her hand with his own only if she desired to withdraw from that first softly intimate contact and touch of possession by him.  Indeed, they were already dancing in some ways, using words and looks and a touch so far, rather than steps, twists and twirls out on the dance floor.