As you were roaming around a party for some information over a possible hostage situation.. You didn't really care about how revealing your clothes were. Your masquerade mask hiding away your identity anyways.. Your hand holding a champagne glass until someone takes your chin from behind.

His voice ringing into your ear, "Now now.. C'mon Knight, don't make me burn this poor building because of your choice of clothing.." He whispered, a subtle sly grin coming from him.

That cocky little..