The praise on their princely nature was always an amusing one, a soft smile gracing their lips. As the praise felt genuine but they lacked most of the requirements for the job. They'll revel in that paradox and bow their head slightly in turn.

Switching who leads and who follows doesn't lead to any stumbles, but Maxwell falls into the ladies role of the dance without any fight or hesitation. They barely register the shift as it happens.

"If anyone came as themselves completely I would think they missed the fun of the event." The entire game wouldn't be any fun if you just were yourself, just in a funny hat. The more one tried to hide, the more breadcrumbs they'd accidentally leave. And the more fun had by all. Which Maxwell embraced fully, "I also didn't think your name would last to sunrise. You seem to be enjoying yourself too much for that."