Saturn had the first dance, as promised and as it should be, but it has been much too long since anyone else asked her for another round on the dance floor. She easily blames the mask, which she flips away to smile his way. Found her!

She wonders at the gloves, some would wear them for protection or for other nefarious intentions, but there is no one she should fear here, especially if they are not even from her Rome. She takes his hand without a thought.

"You will rectify this immediately?"