"The best secrets are good at keeping themselves." A furtive glance toward the host of this corner of the gala. (It is how he's choosing to view it anyway. "Masks do little for the people holding the party. People will know you no matter what."

And it doesn't do for the ones in charge of things to not be easily identified when things go wrong. Even when he was a master of ceremonies himself, with a mask he still had to be recognizable in some form or fashion.

He has to consider the question a moment. What had he come seeking, really?

"In a way, I suppose."

Does he feel any less directionless? Not really. But he is becoming more settled to the idea that it is not meant to puzzle itself out quickly.