Xander let go of Lucid's hand just as Genie walked away. He felt embarrased when he noticed how much space they'd been taking up. As he walked further into the ballroom, Pheonix's eyes fell upon numerous people. Some he knew, and some were unfamiliar to him. There were a few dancing, a few sitting, a few conversing, and the occasional person eating the food prepared. He looked back to Lucid.
"May I ask you for your first and last dance tonight, Miss?" He asked, outstretching a hand for her to take. His hands felt oddly warm, which was a bad sign.
Fire. Oh no... not at a time like this. Control. Focus. Control. He thought, furrowing his brow the slightest, but trying to hide it.
"You." A second later a finger was on Mythias' mask. He stepped back in surprise.
"Your mask is crooked. Sort of." A girl, dressed in a green dress and a black mask, said rather abruptly. He subconciously raised his hands and adjusted it.
"God, you're no fun. Usually people freak out and say 'Ahh! You scared me.' But- you can't right?" She said, and he raised his eyebrows, waiting....
Slap. Slap. Two hands were covering her mouth. It didn't take long or her to figure out what she'd just said, and who she'd said it to. Before he could do anything, she shrunk back and appologized.
"I'm so sorry. That was totally rude." He raised his hand to wave it off but she disappeared. He softly chuckled and turned on his heel. His eyes fell upon Pheonix, who was offering a hand to Lucid in an offer to dance.