Zircon Facet
"....Well, yeah." Zircon answers, not entirely sure where this is going. "I only know your name, after all, not the pony beneath that mask." He gives a weak, but amused smile. "Though I doubt that I would be the target of such a deception. Unless your real name is Green Eyes. That mare was pretty crazy. If you're ever in Cannerly, don't ask her out."
The rather strange tangent over, Zircon shakes his head a little, trying to refocus on the actual pony he is talking with. "But I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, really. I just wish to figure out what that dance was all about. And why you are still wearing those masks. Surely there must be a lovely face hidden beneath them?"