Buckingham glares at the mask with such disdain, George might as well have offered him the head of a decapitated infant. And even that might still rouse less suspicion than whatever idea the duke's frayed mind has projected onto the mask.

"Quaint, that... is a rather quaint design for a heretic's fork. Or is that not what it is?"

He laughs shakily and turns away from George.

"Silence me, will it? Calm, so... very, very calm."