Walking into the Grand Ballroom, Mordred felt as though he was among his own kind. Masks were a symbol of intrigue, and once upon a time he had been able to plot with the best of them. Admittedly, were he not currently worried about his young charges' inability to behave once she was out of his line of sight he probably would be positively giddy. Instead, he was certainly thrilled to be here, however his attention was divided moreso than usual.
Patting down his tuxedo before making sure his mask was firmly in place, he shot Laurie a certain look before leading the way into the masquerade proper.