She'll see him in the mirror first as he leans over to hand the nearest queen an elaborate Capitol-style pair of false lashes, casually making small talk as he does so. "You ask me, strobe lights on your eyes doesn't sound like such a good idea. But you gals go ahead and suffer for your art."

And then his gloved hands are on Natasha's shoulders. "You look like a bouquet of flowers in a street full of neon signs, darlin'."

His voice is still casual, but there's that hint of stress to it that only she can easily pick up. He's hiding behind his own masks here, and his right hand trembles just a little against her.