[Zeo]

Zeo smirked, this woman's comment on his outfit making him feel...well, not quite so bad about it. At least he wasn't the only one who thought it was a bit overdone- but the Queen had said 'your finest and brightest' when he had asked, and that was what he had worn. Granted, the jacket was new; expertly fashioned. But the rest...well, there was little sense in spending all night uncomfortable, wasn't there?

"The sun and the moon...that's a very convenient metaphor right there." He spoke low, taking in what of his features he could- and the air of thicker mystery on her was breathtaking. A hint of face, a slope of a shoulder, the swell of her-...Sultry voice. The nuances of a masked ball were not lost on him, no they were not.

Her last remark made him grin and flicker eyes over his own drink (s?) and carefully adjust the glasses, shifting his hold so they were positioned correctly in his grasp so he wouldn't have to pay them so much mind, and then gave her his attention once again. "And so you're right, Lady Synila. And what a lovely name that is." His grin seemed to widen in a mischievous fashion below his mask, the corners almost twisting up far enough to touch it. "I am the wandering Sun- cursed to always travel the sky; never finding my moon." He said the last with a lilted whisper, voice practically caressing the last word with deep meaning before he took one of his glasses and slowly but determinedly drank down the meager contents.