He didn't know why he came to that place, save that he'd made a promise to a beast, and he really wasn't the kind of boy who went back on his word. It was a matter of pride, they said, and he was the sort who had pride in abundance. No, he'd weather his storm as he said he would, just another masked youth amidst an ocean of grinning faces and flowing cloaks. He walked among them, that gauntlet of nameless masks and faceless people, winding his way through the moving labyrinth in search of (not anything familiar, familiarity had no bearing in this place) something to bide his time. He would not stay for the whole event, no. Do his time, find what he needed to find, and make his way back to the safety of his room. A simple plan, that.
It wasn't long before he found himself on the dance floor, and he paused on the edge of the space, just another figure in black looking on in hesitation, and he was grateful for the respite granted by his mask. None could see the uncertainty that glimmered in dark eyes.