Eleven's mouth split into a grin beneath his half-mask.

"I'm just a gondolier," he demurred, which felt true enough in the evening hours. But he glanced about, spotting the odd worker without a mask and shrugged. "You'll need to eat without it anyway."

They were rather far out from the district the nobles liked to frequent this time of night, and the casual atmosphere and promise of filling food was wonderful. Still, he worried a touch about Lily's cover if she was trying to maintain it.

"Would you rather eat in, or out here somewhere?"