A sharp inhalation, almost imperceptible at the temerity of his inquiry. Warmth spreads from the base of her spine, his hand almost possessive as he steers her from the rabble. A slight curve bows her lip. A not so subtle glance at his form as her hand settles more firmly against his shoulder. Eyes, bearing a hint of interest, engage the harlequin mask. A blush at his perusal...the boldness of his query. Caught off guard, her slender fingers twine into his grasp, entangled.<br/><br/>"Sir, I think you jest with me."<br/><br/>Like a slow motion flight, time lingers between one step and the next. A breath caught, suspended between the curled licking of lips, and the longing in her eyes. But, time waits for no man. The next step follows, the dance resumes; her orbit drawn closer..the axis set.<br/><br/>Her chin tilts up close to his, eyes peering past the facade. Her caught breath escapes as a sweet whisper, feathered against damp lips. "Who knows what the night will bring."<br/>