I have. Allegedly, the trick is in sharing a secret. My secrets don't appear to be good enough, so far.

[ An amused sort of smirk quirks up underneath Benedict's mask.

He has secrets that no doubt would make the mask come off. Perhaps they're not particularly sordid, but to him they're scandalous, and he has no desire to trade them with a room of strangers.

Though, he thinks now, what harm is there? There is no Lady Whistledown in this place. There aren't even other Bridgertons, or anyone he knows of from home that might somehow bring the knowledge back with them. ]

Shall we try it and see what comes of it?