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[color=f0d705]“Of course, you’re right,”[/color] Aaron nodded to the masked woman. It was a little one-sided, he’d admit - what she said next demonstrated that she knew who [i]he[/i] was, a little to his dismay - but he supposed it couldn’t be helped. The mask had helped him avoid the obvious recognition he’d grown to dread, but it wasn’t as if it cloaked him completely. 

The woman clearly wouldn’t take no for an answer, so Aaron obliged, taking her offered hand and leading her onto the dance floor. In one smooth, practiced motion, he moved into a starting pose, and set them off gracefully when the music started. 

[color=f0d705]“I’m acclimating splendidly,”[/color] he lied, maintaining his polite outward facade as they danced without so much as a twitch. Unlike the Princess or Varis, Aaron owed no duty of honesty to this woman, nor did he have any desire to speak freely to her. She could be anyone under that mask, and he had no interest in giving anyone any more than they already had against him. [color=f0d705]“It is a culture shock indeed, but the exposure should prove an important step in becoming a more well-rounded attendant, wouldn’t you say? I’m thankful for any opportunity to better myself.”[/color]

[color=f0d705]“But your interest flatters me, Miss,”[/color] he added after the dance took them through a more complicated step. Maybe he was getting too used to subtly picking bits and pieces out of Salem, but he couldn’t resist pressing a little. [color=f0d705]“May I ask why?”[/color]