Good. Faye takes the cigar and holds it delicately between her fingers, finishing her glass of champagne and putting it on whatever surface was nearby. She raises a brow as he leaves off his sentence, inviting him to continue.

What he does say surprises her again - it has been too long since a man had said anything like that to her, plus with his voice so close to her ear. It's easy. Faye can feel a blush on her cheeks, mostly hidden by her mask. In counter, Faye puts the cigar between her red painted lips and lifts her eyes to his, apparently waiting for a light. If that's where his mind is going to go, then why not let it?