[ He tenses again as a hand comes toward his throat, hardly breathing as Sylvain's hand searches the band.

Then it withdraws to his shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie, and Basch struggles to process the words. As he does, though, his body relaxes significantly.

And to his own surprise, he shakes his head. He...doesn't truly want to be alone. ]

I would join you at your masquerade and be glad of the company, but I would like to know how to release this first.

[ He...hasn't decided if he's opposed to leaving it on. He's just opposed to not having a choice in the matter. ]

Thank you. For your kindness.