Inari glanced around the room again, "I have heard there are more Greek gods than days in the year. All of whom I am very unfamiliar with." He chuckled and shook his head, focusing on her again and studying her eyes through her mask as though they lent some clue. "Suffice it to say, this is our first meeting both in reality and in history. When I do hear your real name, it will still likely be for the first time. But that adds to the mystery, mask or no mask." He picked up a glass of champagne from the bar and raised it slightly in her direction in a small toast.
"I do appreciate your discretion regarding... what you won't speak of." he smirked.
The movement in his sleeves stopped, but out of the back of his collar hung a small set of eight white fox tails, almost an adornment to his costume or a backwards scarf.