"Mm," was his only reply to her comment. He couldn't tell her anything about the job, nor did he particularly want to; she had lost whatever charm she had held for him rather quickly after he'd 'caught' her. They danced well, but he was glad when it was over. The woman then pulled off her mask, though Ernest wasn't at all sure why she'd done that. Wasn't the point of a masked ball to keep the masks in place?

She had a very pretty face, he realized once he could see it, but it had a significant amount of color to it at the moment that he put down to a nervous flush, since she had seemed anxious throughout their brief interaction. Pretty face or no, she was apparently easily flustered, which didn't make for an agreeable conversation partner. She was also, in his opinion, rather vapid, which wasn't at all his type. Whether that was how she always was or as a result of her having been so nervous made no difference; he had no desire at all to continue talking to her, mask or no.

"Have a pleasant evening, then," he said, politely but not overly warmly, and then departed.