He paused for a moment too long formulating his retort, but she laugh when he delivered his gentlemanly rogue speech. She didn't think he was familiar to her, certainly not in any way that was firing in her memory at this moment. Those who formed the upper echelons of society were in fact fairly limited and the chances of her never having seen him before was low, but she was sure that he would have remembered those dark curls and eyes if they had had any meaningful interactions.

'How daring of you Mister Turpin.' she responded with an expression of mock horror, naming him for the Highwayman. With no name to put to his face the Romantic anonymity of 'Mister Turpin was' exactly the last sprinkle of excitement that this ball needed. She had a tiring few days ahead of her with the full moon approaching, ostensibly she would be going home for a 'break' but the amount of work that tending to the medical needs to a house full of werewolves was anything but relaxing.

'So how exactly do you intend to assert your ownership' she smirked, her eyes narrowed playfully, in a clear and present challenge. 'Because you see I have the hat.' she unnecessarily indicated the tricorne atop her head, the indicator of her victory. Under other circumstances - read less public circumstances, she would have just taken off at a run with the hat, but even through the hazy frivolity of the potion, she was currently winning the battle between her desire and her self control.

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