When he was asked to remove his mask, as though he was simply concealing his identity, he gave a small laugh.<br/><br/>"Madam, I am not deformed, nor a demon. But this mask is not to conceal my face, but to grant me the powers of the character I play. I prefer to keep my powers ready, rather than in my pocket." He intoned, his voice deep and vibrating as it left his lips. His intonation and speech befitting that of the angel he was portraying, but in deference to her paranoia, he lifted a hand to slide the mask from his face, revealing his features.<br/><br/>As soon as the mask was dropped, his entire posture changed. No longer was he upright, perfectly postured and alert. Now he slouched, his eyes roaming over the woman across the table from him in frank appraisal as a sly grin spread across his face.<br/><br/>"Now that you can gaze upon my beautiful face, were there any other garments you'd like me to take off for you?" He asked with eyes that twinkled with mirth. "If you'd like we can say you're paranoid about what weapons I might be concealing upon my person."