[ he looks over the mask while she talks, although he doesn't really expect to find anything visible, and it certainly feels real enough; there's a hum that he can feel under his skin more than he can hear, the same sense of power he's known since he was fourteen. he couldn't say whether it's the same, because this one isn't his, but he's fairly sure it's real.

and he means to tell her as much, but then she asks him to accompany her in testing its authenticity, which completely jars his thoughts out of order and startles a genuine reaction out of him — not just shock, but something disbelieving, almost alarmed. they've all been using him to bounce theories off of at his behest, but this is... another thing entirely. he should hardly be her first choice for moral support, or whatever this is. and yet: ]

... Of course. [ he won't pass up the opportunity to see the results for himself. if she's making an offer, he'll take advantage of it without a problem. ] Where would you like to test it? The quarters are cramped for a Persona of Milady's size, but I doubt you'd want to take this anywhere public.