However surreptitious Devin may endeavour to be, the Fool glimpses that little smile, and a sparkling one of his own lights up his features. Ah yes, mission accomplished.

“I wanted someone’s attention,” he corrects ever so mysteriously.

The doorway leading to the rest of the festivities is behind Devin, and so it could reasonably be presumed that the Fool is merely strolling forward to make his grand entrance to the masquerade. Once the shadow of the doorway passes across the pair of them and shields them from view, however, he lingers close by Devin’s side and rests a hand against his chest. “I do enjoy a bit of dramatic pageantry,” he confesses, eyes aglitter, then lifts his chin. “But give me an hour and I shall be thoroughly bored of all company except yours.”

(Given how his eyes drop from Devin’s to his mouth, then up again, he must be contemplating stealing a kiss before slipping away.)