Oh, those eyes. Apollo breathed a little sigh of wonder and desire, his hands roaming lower over the curve of her arse so for a moment he ground up against her, drawing his mouth closer to hers, as well.
It was fucking hot, flirting with someone in a mask, their faces most dominant feature those tempting, inviting lips. The bulk of the masks, though, would hinder the kind of kiss he wanted to give her. Instead he raised one hand, and drew his thumb over those lips instead. "Do you want to share names?" he asked, his voice low with desire. "Or do you simply want to come back to my room?"