It had been a decent amount of fun doing the mirror maze, a little bit of childish entertainment never hurt anyone. The man made sure to keep his appearance proper amongst the other partygoers, although he doubted he looked quite as elegant as his opponent as he hustled down some of the longer passages. The moment separated from her gave him a little time to think. It was much too early to see whether this would be a moment's fun or something more long-term. He did consider himself attracted to her and he could not outwardly determine anything that would make her a poor match. Perhaps he would commission his assistant to do a little digging in the morning.

As he saw his victory in sight he was pleasantly surprised to see Miss Farris appear, nearly neck and neck to the finish. "It looks like a draw might be on the cards, but think of the scandal asking the lady to share her winnings?" he joked to the pretty young woman. It was probably lucky that the other witnesses were not aware of what he had offered her as her prize.

He walked next to her a little, his eyes flickered and his mouth played as competition and chivalry fought in his mind. But he knew the gentlemanly thing to do would be to yield. There were a few more steps before he began to feign a minor limp. "Well wouldn't you know, an old sporting injury back to haunt me. I shan't keep you. Would you be a dear and wait for me at the finish line?" the smirk was his now. Of course, he was faking it, playfully offering her the win.