Mask could sense the crowds moving a second before she said she would protect him. In response, he put the cane away; it would do no good here and could actually cause injury. He smiled in her direction, blushing in his cute, slightly-innocent way as he felt her place her arm around his waist. "Thank you for the protection, miss..." He took it as kindness as opposed to anything else. "So far, she hasn't insulted me. That's a good start." He thought.<br/><br/>"I go to all the gigs I can. Which is all of them...I assume you do as well?" He smiled as he heard the faintness of someone calling her name. "And my name...is Mask." He gave a half-hearted smile; his was an odd name, or so he thought. "And your name is, kind miss?"