[ That draws out a huff through a smile that actually touches his eyes for a moment, tearing his attention off his companion to better navigate the lofty halls ahead. Most people wouldn't comment on mere manners as a mask, but this dour boy-man at his side isn't as inclined to let white-lies pass.

It's interesting, hearing a different perspective to so small a detail. ]

I don't mind being here. The constructs of power that built this place are fascinating, especially when picked apart or ... rearranged. As for wearing a mask, ah ... is it truly a mask if the indifferent don't care to look beyond it? What they see becomes their reality. No one here cares to muddy a pretty smile, not tonight.