Bartholemhew was having a mental chat with the senate of souls within the mask when he was inturipted, a hand being thrust upon him while he was in deep thought. He smiled and rose from his seat, slipping his cane under his arm, however instead taking her hand and shaking it, he lowered himself a bit and took it gently in his hand, planting a kiss on it, "Enchanted," he began, looking up at her and smiling before letting go of her hand, "Bartholemhew Gauge, however the one without the mask prefers Bart." he said, saying Bart with disdain, knowing that no matter how hard he were to try to arrest power over the body, Bart could simply retake control and take the mask off. Bartholemhew, pinched the bridge of his beak from the top and ran his fingers down to it's tip, getting rid of some of the dust, "I find the notion of the reaper being here rather unsettling," he said, gripping the handle of the cane, "but I guess I can 'live' with it." every soul in the mask groaned at the pun and Bart was tempted to take control just because of that.