When the scale next to him called his name John stiffened slightly, his gloved hand stopping just short of the glass of champagne. Silently cursing his involuntary tell he retrieved the glass carefully and raises it with the others.<br/><br/>“I can neither confirm nor deny your assertion, sir.” He said bringing to cool rim of the glass to his lips. The distant hunger, that falling empty place in him twisted slightly as the sparkling wine touched his lips, wetting them with a hiss.<br/><br/>“Mainly because it seems foolish to attempt either. I am more concerned with why we have been brought together tonight under such mysterious circumstances.” John says motion with his glass around the room. His shadow seems to point is several different directions at once.<br/><br/>“Such grandiose deception… Is this elaborate ruse simply for the needs of carnal anonymity? Or is there something deeper at work?” he says contemplatively, almost to himself. Then he looks Cadence up and down, the dark holes of his mask tracing her barely covered shape.<br/><br/>“I should also mention that you cut a striking figure even among the fine plumage of this crowd my dear, quite striking indeed.”<br/><br/>