Robin with a shrug merely nodded in agreement and looked at the Brass Ring. He was unused to the modern ways of betrothal, despite this being faked. He knew this was to keep a potentially twisted man away from her whilst she investigated. But he knew something was going on in Ellie's head when she suggested it.<br/><br/>He didn't know what.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Moments later and the two were escorted briskly into the Gala. Robin put a smile on his face and escorted Ellie as much as he could. Sebastian followed close behind to ensure no misbehaving occurred between the two and ensured that Ellie focused on the task at hand.<br/><br/>The old, and almost grizzled Viscount Druitt was busy socializing with his old peers, as a masked man, dressed as the Red Death from the most infamous story by Poe walked through the crowds. He was the associate, but none knew who he was. Robin could feel the dread, and could admit he was afraid for a minute. But sooner or later Robin would have to eventually demonstrate to Ellie he was a capable servant of the Phantomhive Estate.<br/><br/>Sebastian knew that too. And he knew that somewhere, there was something that would help him demonstrate said abilities.