I don't think one's guard can be any more dropped than sleeping with Don Paulo, no?

[Returning the smirk, Descole hums faintly to herself. She's got no qualms about drinking with her double, honestly, besides the little voice in her head telling her that she probably ought to refrain from sleeping with this one, if only because it would undoubtedly be evidence of dangerous levels of narcissism.]

Well... current etiquette in this place suggests I ought to take my mask off, I suppose. My face is rather depressing at this point, you see.