Tycho smiled as his lover agreed and at least relaxed his hand. Not that he minded Ford clinging to him but there was only so much he could do with that in public like this. "I promise I will do so," he assured when the other man agreed to his idea.

Ford finally released him from his death grip and he followed the other over to the house elf. Tycho was thankfully able to resist the urge to snort as the house elf asked if Ford trusted him. The question that was proposed to him was different than Fords and had sounded more like some sort of riddle.

When it came to his turn to take the potion, Tycho took it like it was a shot glass of Firewhiskey.

That being done, Tycho went through the entrance into the party after making sure his mask covered his face. His own costume was one of the more elaborate ones which personally rather delighted him.