If there had been any lingering doubts about his response to hers, they were settled with her last comment. Hook, indeed. Beneath the mask, he grinned - and it made it to his eyes, to the crinkling at the sides of them.
It didn't take long to stash the coats, after some help from one of the helpful servers gliding seamlessly through the rooms. When he returned, he lifted a hook, then eyed Oswin.
"I don't normally have to resort to this," he said, with a cocking of an eyebrow. "But as it was by your suggestion --"
He reached for her with said hook, careful to avoid any bits or parts that might snag or fracture under the strength of the steel.