Wow. Ravi is good at this. Diego feels lucky he’s had his mask on the whole night, because this way Ravi can’t see his struggling or surprised expressions when he’s trying to keep up with the improv. On the other hand, he’s a bit tired of not being able to get in close to Ravi. The long beak just serves as a barrier, keeping them apart more effectively than their star-crossed lovers narrative. The forced distance seems more pressing than his reputation as an actor right now, so Diego reaches up and pulls his mask back and off his head. He drops it gently on the ground, the metal bits clattering on the wood floor.

“You make a traitor of me,” Diego says in his most dramatic whisper.