"Stylist--but that's part of the job, too." Cinna replies as he takes her hand, kissing it cordially. "And green? Criminal--nah, the mask and the dress is a perfect representation of this old story my Mamaw used to tell me from before the Dark Days 'bout Adam and Eve, the serpent, and the apple."

He's still holding her hand as he continues to look her over--with all the intensity of a desire, but none of the heat. Not ogling, but admiring her like a piece of fine art.

"Then again...maybe green, with nuances." he muses. "Turn you into the tree instead of the apple, living foliage instead of the lace on the hem. Wonder if they got ornamental snakes here for the mask, that could bring it all together..."

He trails off, then laughs as he finally releases her hand.

"Sorry, just--you make that dress something special. I'm, uh...I'm passionate about my work."