"May I have this dance?"

Marinette blinked. "Do I...know you?"

The man in the black mask smirked. "Princess, it's a masked ball. Nobody knows anybody."

Marinette smiled. "True. Well, I have to warn you...?"

"Call me Chat Noir."

"Well, Chat Noir, I have to warn you that I am a terrible dancer."

"Fortunately for you, I am a great dancer. Just follow my lead." Chat Noir bowed and held out his hand. She took it and let the stranger lead her to the dance floor. He held their joined hands out, put her other hand on his shoulder, and put his now free hand on her waist.

Marinette arched an eyebrow (not that Chat could see it under the mask). "Not so fast, Kitty."

Chat chuckled and moved his hand to the small of her back. "Better?"

"Much."

Chat Noir nodded and started to lead them into a waltz. "I must say, Princess, I am very impressed with your dress. Who made it?"

Marinette beamed. "I did."

Chat Noir's jaw dropped. "You...you made that? All of it?"

"Sure did!" Marinette grinned as Chat Noir took in her dress. It was a white and pink layered dress with flowers printed along the hem and a little around the bodice. At her hip rested a 3D flower, in the same design as the flowers printed along the dress.

"Did...you make the mask as well?"

"But of course." Her mask was white with black lace surrounding it. Like her dress, it had a 3D flower attached to the left side of her mask.

Chat Noir whistled. "I must say, Princess. You are very talented."

Marinette blushed and Chat could see little hints of pink poking out from her mask. "Thank you. Your attire is very impressive as well." Chat Noir was wearing an all-black mask that brought out his vibrant green eyes. His suit was all black with a green tie and gold cufflinks that looked like bells. On top of his head lay faux cat ears. "I take it that you like cats?"

Chat Noir spun his partner. "I'm actually more of a dog person."

"Really?"

"Yes, but to me, cats are more graceful and mysterious. I like that about them."

"You certainly seem mysterious. What's your real name?"

"What's yours?" Said Chat as he lead Marinette back into a basic box-step.

"My name is Marinette."

"Marinette..." Chat murmured. "A beautiful name for a beautiful princess."

"Quite the flatterer, aren't you?"

"I only intend to woo you."

"Something tells me that your attempts won't end soon."

"Nope."

"Well anyways, I told you my real name. What's yours?"

Chat Noir leaned close to Marinette. "I won't tell you," he whispered in her ear. When he pulled back, he almost laughed at her shocked face. "Why so shocked?"

"Why won't you tell me?"

Chat shrugged. "Beggars can't be choosers, Princess. Ow!"

Marinette smirked. "Sorry. Didn't mean to step on your foot."

Chat Noir laughed and shook his head. "You're feisty. I like you." The dance ended and Chat stepped back from his partner and bowed. "Well, Princess. It seems as if our time is up. I'll see you again." With a final look, Chat Noir nodded and disappeared into the crowd.