*holds onto you tightly, really shaking, and it is all he can do not to simply melt into you*
*struggles to catch his breath (all this, the noise and the sights and your heated touch, threatening to overwhelm him now his strength is gone)* "Fairest"...I lay no claim such a word. It is much better applied t-to the Lord of the Golden Flower and... Forgive me. A moment, please. A moment.
*breaks away from you and makes his way out of the ballroom, his step and his thoughts tripping up a little as he seeks out the nearest washroom, which is blessedly empty*
*pushes his mask up onto his forehead (does not look in the mirror, knowing he will only see ashen skin and sharp angles and shadows like bruises) and leans over the sink, splashing cold water on his face and waiting for the dizziness to pass*