Ah. He should've known they were there together by their clothes- when he noticed that he'd suspected it would be another point of ire between them. Aimery managed not to audibly sigh with relief that a crisis was averted and turned his attention back to the table, scanning it for a similar mask. He picked one up and offered it to her: it was different about the eyes slightly, with a little more beading along the edges, but at first glance they were the same. The Luthor-Veidt house didn't do 'discount party store' either. "Will this do? And I'm Aimery le Gode, I was hired a little over a month ago. You did a wonderful job decorating this place, if you don't mind my saying so."

That's right, Cindy, he's just going to ignore you right back. Ignore except for glancing at to make sure you aren't damaging anything.