An amused glimmer sparks in Hilda's wyvern eyes. There's a lilting gaze in her tone as she teasingly asks, "That seems like a bit of a trap or grounds of offence, don't you think? Are you trying to get me in trouble, Prince Maxwell?" Teasing aside, it seems like a difficult question, particularly when she took into account that there were creatures that weren't human who could look either years younger or older than what they were. A slight slip of Maxwell's mask earlier as well was no indication of a young age. After a brief pause she continues, "So long as I have your word that you won't think less of me."

In truth, there's no real destination in mind as she brings them around the perimeter of the room. It's more a chance to continue to people watch and to continue their conversation.

"I do and I don't." And that much is true. Hilda walked a fine line of letting people present whatever they wanted. It didn't mean that she wasn't cognizant that there may be other intentions of course; it was the nature of her position in life. Don't get burned, but still allow people the opportunity to be their authentic self - that's how she had lived her life up until now and it hadn't burned her yet. Well. Not totally anyway.

"People don't need a masquerade to wear a mask," Hilda muses, thoughts drifting to a certain doctor. "I approached tonight as an opportunity for a bit of harmless fun, some flirting if it suits - but otherwise, I intend to let my mask fall away after tonight." Her eyes skip to Maxwell's. "Do you?"