While some ladies might make a fairy tale out of a handsome stranger singling them out in the middle of the room to dance, Livia was only further terrified by the notion. It was unrealistic and stupid, but she could manage to calm her heartbeat, nor the beads of sweat that were beginning to form under her mask. She'd always been one to make quick judgments, but never about something like never. Never to the point of assuming someone was going to murder her. It may have been different if he looked a little shadier and they were all alone in this building, but they were surrounded by countless other couples, women, and gentlemen!

"I - I - um," she stammered, incapable of getting out a simple no. She felt small and helpless under his gaze, even if that was wasn't one she could really pinpoint. Who was he under the mask, anyways?

After a moment of standing frozen, her body decided the best thing to do was give in and hope he'd be merciful with whatever plans he had for her. Dancing seemed innocent enough... right? It would be awfully difficult to murder someone on a dance floor! Her muscles relaxed, and she tentatively allowed him to take her hand, the rest of her body leaning away from him as she muttered a meek: "As you wish."