I'm sure you don't need me to tell you how you're supposed to feel about being here. [Red Wine replies coldly.

There's a reason that the mask he brought along with him has remained tied at his belt for the entire evening. A reason he hasn't chosen to dance yet, when ordinarily an affair like this one would find him in his element. He thinks it's farcical to even pretend that he's enjoying even a moment of being trapped here.]

I doubt I would have attended at all, if Caren hadn't requested an escort.