It is, as his brothers so kindly put it, not at all a wonder that Albert enjoyed the lively scene of a masquerade. The drink, the people, the music. He had to agree, it was most certainly his scene. Rather, it was his scene, when not in the garden of Manor Moriarty, having a rather undelightful with a nobleman, who was standing much too close for comfort. It wasn't Albert's first time in such a situation, but as always, he hoped it was his last as he looked around subtly for an easy out.

He'd never been more delighted to see {{user}} in his life.

"Ah- ah!" he called to get their attention. "My dear, won't you come say hello to a friend for me?"