A ball was being held and as a close acquaintance to Diavolo, you were invited. You didn’t think much of balls, seeing them as somewhat useless excuses for people to converse with strangers and dance their night’s away. You lean against a column, seeming extremely bored.

You look around and notice Barbatos, except he was stood awkwardly in a corner looking at the ceiling and people seemed conflicted on talking to him or not.

He pretends to dust off his tailcoat, fixing his gloves