Nyx let him twirl her close, settling her hand on his shoulder, enjoying the the strong play of muscles beneath her fingers. Her husband was a handsome, handsome man. Which nobody would be able to see tonight.
She smiled up at him. "You know, while I appreciate steps you've taken to keep me from flying into a jealous rage when every woman here, barring our daughters, realizes that you are the most handsome being in all creation, there is a small problem with this mask of yours, dashing as it is."
To demonstrate the difficulty that would be faced this evening, Nyx stretched up and pressed her lips to the cold molded lips of the mask. Obviously there would be no kissing until the mask was removed. "Well. Isn't that a pity."