Gideon's look of amusement faded when the gentleman, now dancing with the presumably more French of the two ladies -[i]like such things mattered much down here in the Neath[/i]- spoke to him. The Ruinous Captain moved one of his hands in a light dismissive gesture gesture in response to the jest. His voice resounding like a deep Zee tremor, for while he didn't speak loudly, his voice carried.

"Nay, don't mind me, sir. She's far fairer on the eyes than I, and thus I can see why you asked to dance with her. Though I'll admit I'm not well-versed in eloquence of words, so I'll stick to plain-speaking. If you're worried about your life here, fret not, I didn't come here to give the vermin a free dinner tonight. I'm merely trying to figure out why and to what purpose I, among many of our fellows here, was invited, and doing so in my own fashion."

He grabbed a passing appetizer off of a waiter's tray, some kind of [i]antipasto[/i] they may have called it above so long ago, something far more fancy and refined than he'd find over at the docks, albeit not as filling. 

"Please, don't stop on my account, I'm in no rush."

And though he relaxed his form where he was leaning, Gideon did not move from his position, watching the dancing pair and enjoying the provided fare of the party. A dark voyeur of sorts, or a black gadfly on the wall of the events. He was starting to think that the Raven mask very well may have been an ironic joke a Devil pulled on him by giving it to him, if he even was remembering the circumstances as that. Though that mattered little to him if it were the case, ironic jokes for them, were often terrifying to others.

[@Gordian Nought][@Lady Selune]