Yewbough seemed friendly enough, wanting to get under her skirts not particularly more or less than any virile young man would, and mostly relieved to have met a fellow foreigner in a strange city. "An old-fashioned mundane disguise?" He nodded sagely. "Going against the trend is sure to make a statement. The popular fashion these days is to wear a magical disguise. Much more variety, much harder to see through, and, most importantly, much less work to put on and maintain," he counted off the reasons on his fingers. "And also much more expensive - but then, a costume fit for the Duke's Ball wouldn't exactly be cheap, either. I thought about casting a spell on myself, but it wouldn't last an hour, let alone a whole evening. That doesn't leave me with much choice, does it? How about you, what's your plan?"