"I find a beautiful mysteriousness in the way someone's heart breaks," she gently said. "People can look so refined yet carry so much weight in their heart. I'm surprised people don't fall over in their seats more often."
"And what if we did?" He lifted his voice with her.
She gently met the golden, shimmering ring of glass to her lips and glared straight on to the many masked faces that danced among the white and mahogany lights of the party, "Well, suppose this room wouldn't be so hot to breathe in anymore, now would it?"