He curses inwardly but makes no external sign of his own frustration with himself, and thinks that this whole night has been very nearly a bust; between 'Arsenal' having to leave earlier than expected, the complete failure with that guy with the book, the business about Mrs. Claus, and this--not to mention the other things that had gone in an unexpected fashion--he thought it might have been better if he'd declined Quatre's invitation to attend.

"I'm fine," he lies, mostly for the other's benefit but trying to make himself believe it so his emotions won't contradict his words if the blond tries to read them again. "I'll stay. If you want to, I mean."