Angelina & Cade
"It's not exactly flattering to know I'm just one of any number of blokes who could catch your eye," Cade pointed out, voice dry. "You're correct, though. It's more than likely we know each other." Actually, the more he spoke with her, the more familiar she seemed. Cade dismissed her claim of possibly being unattractive under her mask with nothing more than a snort. The mask disguised who she was, but it didn't hide the lovely shape of her face.
Or her complexion, which was actually a very helpful clue, as was the Welsh accent coloring her words. The way she held herself and her choice of drink, pointed towards a woman comfortable in her own skin, but not particularly feminine. And she certainly wasn't afraid of a challenge, Cade saw. "That leaves us having this conversation, I imagine." His scanned over the crowd again, then returned to her when he didn't see anything to warrant attention. Seemingly out of nowhere, he asked, "Do you play quidditch?"