Gansey remained quiet, watching the Phantom. A face that could inspire cruelty, revulsion, and greed? He couldn't even begin to imagine. The urge to claim that he would never fall to those was strong, but he paused, giving the thought proper consideration. Wasn't that vain of him? To think that he was better than so many others? To ask the Phantom to risk what he so clearly feared?

"I see," he said, finally glancing down at his cup of tea. "I... It's selfish of me, but I want to see your face." Pressing the mug to his lips, he sighed.

"But I won't ask that of you. There's a reason why you're here, isn't there? It's safe for you. I want to be... well. I'd like to be safe for you too."