His gaze softens more and more as she keeps speaking, because if anyone understands how nervous she is? It's him. His lips curve up at the corners, before he clears his throat and looks away himself for a moment, gathering his thoughts.

"Actually ... . I understand that perfectly." He exhaled, giving her a warm and wry smile. "For when am I not the Knight Commander? When don't I have to try to give a good showing of myself?"

He paused, to look inside of his cloak, to find a rather crumpled mask within. He took it out, and gave her a hopeful smile, "I would be honored ... and ... why don't we both just be ourselves tonight, and not our title?"

He took her hand, and folded their fingers between one another. "So ... Beleth, let us dance the night away."