No, the Phantom did not strike him as a criminal. Not the sort of man he saw behind bars or lined up for a hanging. He had a cultured air about him, not unlike the sons of wealthy nobleman he knew from various social circles. Too well-spoken and gentle for a peasant. Though, that was a thought Gansey instantly chided himself for, because he was better than judging if someone was noble or peasant based on how they behaved. There were many brazen, oafish nobles, and many noble peasants.

Still. There were certain things that were learned from a young age. As the Phantom skimmed through his journals Gansey watched him like a hawk, studying what he could of the man's face—which wasn't much, with the mask.

"Why do you wear that?" Gansey asked without thinking. Instantly he regretted it. What if it was a sensitive subject? He didn't want the Phantom to send him away.