Her smile grew at his oblivious tone. Lashes lowering over her gaze. There was the faint temptation to stay a little longer and drag him into one of the empty store fronts. But no. She would resist.
At least until they got into the cottage.
"What mask?" Feyre's tone impish. If she were honest she'd gotten used to it enough that she saw the man behind it as if it were hardly there at all. "We can if you want, but I think it will be alright so close to Calanmai. I'm curious if it will lose it's hold when we go through the door."