a toast, then, to mayhem and worse;

There was an obvious glimmer of feral excitement about her as she turned to him, and she was grinning wide behind that flattering scarlet veil in the mask he made her. "Oh Aleister, you know just what to say to make a girl's day." 

She slipped the veil down comfortably and took another hit from the pipe, curling the smoke around her tongue before releasing it. "Now, the trick I have in mind-?  It'll be so convincing, especially with this darling mask, that his head will spin for years afterwards, I dare say." Her grin widened. "It'll need your permission, but if you'd humor me, I'll make it worth your while. Return the favor for this glorious little gift." 

She rose from her seat, then offered a hand to him (especially eyeing the cramped way he was seated with his long legs), and when they were on their way out the door, she paused, glanced at the door she'd busted on her abrupt entrance, and pulled a handful of gold coins from her pockets and let them clatter on the floor. "For the damages," She crooned to the staff that looked halfway out of their wits. "My compliments to the house. I had fun." 

Striding out (and followed by her hired men at a respectable distance), Lasair realized she'd have a difficult time linking arms with such a tall man and suited herself by crossing her arms. "Now, the idea I have is by way of a disguise. My specialty is turning into different things - monsters, people, what have you - and it also takes a bit of artistry and time like yours does." She grinned up at him as they made her way to one of her favorite fabric stores, on the higher end of the city. "But once it's made, and I don the disguise and this mask, he won't be able to tell the difference. Two Aleisters, tormenting him! What do you think?"