[ Benedict fears he already knows that it's going to fail even as he reaches up. He gives a tug, mindful of pulling at his face, and then shrugs a shoulder helplessly. There's a vaguely amused, if not apologetic, smile on his face. ]

I'm afraid not. I'm starting to find that what I've come to learn is frowned upon seems rather mundane for most people here. I may never find a secret to free myself.