Shit, what was going on with his wings? Nate hadn't even gotten a chance to see if Hortense had followed up on her threat — she'd phrased it as a promise, but Nate knew the truth — of making them change colors. "I'll tell Hortense. She gets most of the blame for this."
Robber Queen? That was awesome. And that was a pretty great hat. "It looks nice," Nate offered, when suddenly a terrible, ululating noise came out of the party room. His instincts kicked in and forced his tensing shoulders to relax and his brain to kick into high gear, before he noticed that there was no screaming. Probably just someone on his way to being drunk who still, unfortunately, had access to his wand.
"If you're game, I am," Nate said, waving for her to go first. His grandmother would have berated him if he ever entered a (safe) room before a lady.