Tugging a pair of gloves on as well, he reached down to grasp the edge of the gold and silver mask with irritation. Split in separate areas with black lines, the mask was rather good looking -- and obviously expensive -- but he didn't care for it either way. Not only was it uncomfortable to wear, it also blocked his peripheral vision, and basically could cost a Death Eater their life if they weren't careful. He tucked it into one of the pockets within his robe, where he typically hid it away when it wasn't in use.
"Do you have a place in mind to begin looking?" Running a gloved finger down the length of his wand, he slid that into what could basically be considered a quick-draw pocket.