"Have I?" he asked; his tone was playful, though he made a point not to remove his mask in his time pressed close to the other man, dancing within remarkable proximity. Of course he had, and it was very obvious that he knew it--he was surprised that he was so proud of himself for somehow ending up back here, back in this strange future that was not his own--memories horrible and wonderful and shocking, all so abruptly returning.

"I suppose I have."