She smirked. "Oh? What do you have in mind?" She asked, moving to take one of Sioni's hands. "You brought a broom to a masque?" She raised her eyebrows. "Really? Did you think you'd have nothing better to do? It's a masque." She giggled, moving a little closer to him. "I'm almost sad. You know. Did you think there'd be no one to talk to?" There's plenty to do. Dance. Eat. Me?" She pressed one hand lightly against his chest. He was warm, and she was cold, and it was nice. She pressed her cheek against him. "I'm cold." She said softly.