The unmasking! Was it already so late? How long had they been lost in each other's arms, locked in that kiss? As she started to move, he stiffened his arms a bit, resisting their parting for the moment. The only sounds about them were the gentle rustling of the trees and the crickets hidden away in the foliage. A few fireflies winked their luminescence about them as he looked upon her. The vision was ethereal, as was everything else about this enchanted evening. It was a night he would surely never forget.<br/><br/>Even the scant inch she had pulled from him felt like a yawning chasm, the cool air filling the gap between reminding him of how cold he could be without her embrace. "Milady," he offered, quietly, "they would never notice if we had our own unmasking here, in private. There are many of them, and we are but two lost in the crowd. We needn't leave each other's company, just yet."