"My lord, may I ask, who is this... lovely lady with a lovelier mask?" inquired Harry with a slight sense of exasperation. He wished that the black Death Eater mask would not be parted from the woman's face. If his intuition had been correct, he would have had a lot of time to engage in conversation with that "lovely lady". Not that he was going to do so, of course, the mighty Harry Potter does not stoop so low as to go further than monosyllabic responses with some lowlife.