"So what I'm hearing is that I always have a smirk on my face. Suppose you're not wrong." There's a pause, and he offers, "I'm teasing, of course. The mask if incredibly lovely. I would be glad to wear it at the soiree."

Twisted Fate holds it carefully in one hand, as if the mask is delicate. Whether or not that is true is irrelevant; he approaches Nerva, holding out his other hand.

"Fortunately, I see no adjustments needed."