[Tifa rolls her shoulders in a light, casual shrug, but she's biting down on her lip to stifle a smile.]

Don't know. You haven't told me, but that's part of the mystery, isn't it?

[Still on the fence about whether or not he's a pirate in disguise, or if he truly is a prince who's met his match, but she has all night to figure this one out.

With her finger lingering on his lips, wishing that she wasn't wearing the glove so that she could feel their soft warmth instead, she resists the urge to lean in and kiss them and breaks her gaze away to search the ballroom.]

Now where can a... refined lady get cleaned up around here?

[She clears her throat and runs a hand over her dress to straighten it out again.]