"Oh? What do you have in mind?"

"Well, In case you 'adent noticed, like, I'm a Quidditch Player, I am. Noted for taken risks, me, isn't it? So I always come prepared for just about anything, like. So if you 'ad anything partik'lar in mind, I'd be game, see? Willin' to oblige, like. Always willin' to oblige a pretty girl like yourself, see?"

"You brought a broom to a masque?"

"More like the broom brought me, isn't it? Rode in on the broom, I did. Broom takes me everywhere. I can go anywhere on this broom, I can. But some places I'd rather go on foot, isn't it? Though, it's a good broom. It'll take two, see, if you don't mind riding on it, in front like. If you wants to go for a ride, I'll take you. I'll hold you safe like, see, no fear. Keep my arms tight around you, I will. And I won't let go, neither, see?"

Dangerous Dai Llewellyn was a lit bolder in costume than he would be normally. But that was the point, wasn't it? You got to be somebody a little different behind your mask. Behind his bright red mask, he might not be able to talk to this girl like that. But then, she wouldn't normally wear something quite that revealing. And though she seemed a little different, that was the point, wasn't it? She was being Circe, and he was being Dangerous Dai. And even though he knew who she was and she knew who he was, they were themselves being different. Bolder, like. More daring.

"Really? Did you think you'd have nothing better to do? It's a masque."

"Well, I did think that, yes. Until I saw you here, isn't it? I didn't know quite what I wanted to do. But I recon's I'm looking at what I wants to do now."

"I'm almost sad. You know. Did you think there'd be no one to talk to?"

"Well, I was hopin' wasn't I? Hopin' there might be a pretty little witch to talk to. But don't be sad, little Circe. I think I might be able to cheer you up, if you let me."

Now Dai wouldn't talk to this girl like that in a million years, not really. But it was alright, this time, because she seemed to want him to.

"There's plenty to do. Dance. Eat. Me?"

Now there was an offer nobody in his right mind would refuse. Not when you knew full well it was your girlfriend offering. And especially when she came right up and touched him. Now that felt familiar, even if she seemed a little different. But then, he was being all different, too. Not in the way she touched his chest, though. Not in the way she put her head against him and said,

"I'm cold."

Well, we can't have that, now can we?" He said, wrapping his arms around her, and pressing her against himself. "We can't have you getting cold, fach." It was funny, maybe because she normally wore more clothes or something, but her breasts under that little scrap of cloth felt softer and .. well, nicer than usual. He'd have to find out if she wouldn't mind not wearing a bra more often, though he didn't believe for a second she would. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in close and slipped his hand up her back, which was nice because there was a lot of back with nothing covering it. "Oh, no wonder you're cold, like. You got next to nothing on."

And he slipped his hand up her neck and under her lovely dark hair. And he ran his fingers through her hair, and brushed his fingertips along the rim of her ear. "Nice," he murmured. "Very nice."