Asher would not be inconspicuous, even without the mask. How can a man such as himself hide in plain sight? If he had been as he once was, then he, like Jean-Claude, would turn heads with a smile and a glance. His long golden hair, handsome face, pretty blue eyes and debonair smile. But Jean-Claude took that away from him, when he let them take his Julianna. When he let them take his face. And now he will turn their heads because of his scars. So no, he will not go into such a place as this without something to hide behind. It is just as well that Jean-Claude has made it a costume party. He always did have a flare for the dramatics.

He turns at the sound of the voice. A little voice, accompanying a little vampire. His eyes take in the boy for a long moment, trailing up and down his little outfit and gathering his measure, but Asher has lived even longer than Jean-Claude, and he knows better than to underestimate the little vampire just because he is a boy. Still. He cannot help but amuse himself at the fact that this is the only one to question him, amongst the throngs of party-goers in the crowd.

"I do not suppose we have," he replies, airily, his accent thickly laced with French, as though he is not accustomed to speaking in English though his words are fluent. "I did not realize that Jean-Claude had a pet."