[ He nods, even as gratitude floods in to mix with unavoidable sympathy. ]

Thank you, then.

[ And one more thing makes him feel frankly ridiculous for clinging to the mask. Still, though — not here, in what is technically public. He leans in, mask tipping as he brushes a kiss against her cheek, and there's a small smile in place when he leans back again. ]

To be fully honest, I think I would much rather find coffee than continue to admire poor examples of human art. Would you like to come with me?