A simple black demi-mask was Gideon's only nod to the occasion, but he truly was quite pleased to be attending. Ball invitations were not uncommon in the Browne household, but it was uncommon for Gideon himself to accept one for an event this...prominent.

He had arrived later in the evening, having worked until dinner time, and arrived just in time to catch a display of Chinese acrobats which he was decidedly not here for. Though they were not quite so...malleable as those he had seen the the past, it brought to memory the events of the Sonata 7 evening and its human pasta. Eagerly, he had retreated to the mezzanine until the clock chimed eleven and darkness enveloped the dancefloor below, piquing his curiosity.

Gideon did not make it to the stairs before he saw her, head pressed against the window's frame, a delicate mask and the distance between them obscuring whatever emotion she might be feeling. The wizard hesitated for a moment before moving towards him, the gravity of her person reeling him in, rather than leaving him in orbit.

"It is rather a grand evening, to be hiding on the peripheries," he offered the woman with a tentative smile, not wanting to overstep but at the same time unwilling (unable?) to ignore her.