Inside the bedroom, Morgan stood in front of the god and reached out to undo his mask and admire the face beneath. She would have complimented those good looks, but her slow smile said it anyway, and she didn't think he was in any way unaware of his attractiveness.
Morgan reached behind her head and undid the tie on her mask. As she drew it away - the thick golden stripe painted across her eyes meaning she was almost still masked - her dark hair fell down her shoulders as well.