"Awww," Nia said with a sniff. And she'd so love to braid his hair. Hers was a bit short for the purpose at the moment. "You wouldn't know til you'd tried it..." she pointed out, rather too late for it to really be of any help.

Admittedly, Nia hadn't thought of the whole limited range of sight thing. Especially peripheral vision. Which would definitely be weird for her, because she seemed to be able to sense quite a lot of movement from the corner of her eye. Probably well trained for avoiding bludgers. "Just...don't let us crash whilst dancing, mmm?" Because that really would draw attention to them. In a badddd way. Nia didn't not want to be remembered as the one that caused the literal pile up on the dance floor.

Was he? He was. That, ladies and gentlemen, was a grin. The first of the night. And an arm squeeze. Any remaining doubts started to ebb away, and Nia relaxed somewhat.

...and his reply made her beam. It was all formal and proper, and Nia loved it. It appealed to her inner classic-romantic novel reader. If her blushing hadn't been obvious before, it was now. She took hold of some of her dress, and did a little curtsey. As she moved, her wings jiggled forward and back slightly, almost as if they were trying to fly. They took a while to settle as she straightened back up.

The horror! He was now laughing. At her, the damsel in (fake) distress. Except, she couldn't keep the amusement from her face either. Because she was glad it had worked. And because, it was rather infectious...and Nia's poor acting skills would never be able to hide it inside. She did blink a few times, however as he spoke. Hard to say no? Hehe. Maybe she could be more of a flirt than she realised. But with him, it came so naturally.

Ooh, he was putting up the dramatic stakes too. It was the sigh that did it. And the thought that her eyelid fluttering would render him a puppet of sorts. A little giggle escaped her. She bit her lip to prevent anymore. Because he was so good in character. The dark and the light, the good and bad. And just then, she felt the rest of the evening could be awesome.

"My my," she started, pondering whether to batter her eyelids once more. Just for effect. But then, it wouldn't be the same if she wanted to do it later. "Dark, masked man. You shouldn't give up your will so easily. The night is young, afterall."