"I did," he murmured as he gestured for her to have a seat. "I was simply ... admiring the changing of the seasons when it occurred to me ..." he trailed off as he regarded her, watching her move as if he were interested in each flex of muscle.
"... that your family habitually hosts a masquerade ball, do they not? For Samhain?" He watched her intently, wondering if she'd guess - or know - where this was headed.