"To a masquerade ball," Matthias replied, pursing his lips in amusement. Then inclined his head, "I would ask for the first and last dance as is the custom and my pleasure."
Tilting his head, Matthias added, "Even if you do not enjoy such indulgences, I imagine you are skilled."
A Frankenstein figure leapt from the coach, dressed in rotting finery, and opened the door for the two. A contingent of wolves flanked the coach ready to travel with the pair.