Roger gave Michael an odd look at that curious remark. He wasn't sure how one thing his friend said logically followed the other, but he'd play along. He took a long swig of his drink as Michael began speaking. "Yeah I remember. Some pretty bird but you didn't even get her name, yeah?" Roger remembered because it seemed like the sort of thing he himself might do. Meet a bird, shag her under the cover of masks, and relish the evening as a mysterious encounter. Sadly, he hadn't had that experience, but it was never too late.
He raised an eyebrow. "What, trying to track her down, mate? Did she get to you, even behind a mask?" Roger teased his friend, not quite realizing the seriousness of Michael's demeanor, or what was to come.