"The pleasure is all mine, my lady Titania. Yewbough Bakon, lutist and singer, at your service," he introduced himself, taking Shay's hand - but instead of merely shaking her hand, he bent slightly and gave her a kiss on the back of her hand. She could see his eyes flicking over her form, attempting to be discreet, during the moment that he was in that advantageous position. "To answer your question, yes and no - the Duke expects me to perform as Yewbough at some point during the Ball, but the rest of the time I'm to be a guest, masquerade and all."<br/><br/>He seemed to be quite taken in with her; most of the time his gaze was politely on her face but when he thought she wasn't looking he would sneak a peek over the rest of her body. "You must be from out of town too. Have you found a place to stay yet? Frugal and safe is what my ma used to say, an extravagant inn is like a hole in the purse, while the cheapest inn can become the costliest of all."