"You don't-" Akito started, but then gave up with a sigh, a 'good-humored' smile crossing his face. "Thank you, that's very kind. Though I feel like I owe you a lot for this evening, really..."

Which brought that thought to mind again: What are you really up to?

Akito barely noticed the hand reaching from behind the masks. The physical details 'old', 'wrinkled', and 'long' registered but the feeling 'Don't look at that...there are better, more interesting things....' repeated itself. Instead, he reached for the fox mask, carefully picking it out from the stall. He held it up to his face without putting it on, testing how the weight and what it'd be like to see through it.