Lloyd smirked wickedly, accentuating his mask. "This is very much authentic, Monsieur Erik. I am the Phantom of the opera, in death as in life. Perhaps you are the one who took up my mantle in the Paris opera house after that... unfortunate incident involving the chandelier, hmmm? Tell me, do they still reserve our box as we required, or have they forgotten the consequences of the Phantom's wrath?"
He looked sideways as he spoke, noticing the grimace on Gabriel's face. He was well aware of how much courage it had taken his fellow attendee to approach this... intriguing fellow by the punch bowl, and it gave Lloyd no end of glee to see that he had been overlooked by this Erik fellow. However, he was a gentleman at heart (even if it was made of stone) and this was a party. Not to mention thrusting Gabe into the conversation would make the zombunny flustered, and that was entertainment not to be missed!
Turning to the zombunny, he gave him a firm push behind the shoulder as he said the words "Allow me to introduce you to my friend, Gabriel. Gabriel, this is Monsieur Erik, a fellow Phantom it seems. Who could have imagined we would meet here?"
Gabriel looked terrified as he realised what that patronizing self-indulgent egomaniac had done by thrusting him into the conversation; compared to Lloyd, he was as common as muck, regardless of his upbringing. He was a zombunny, for crying out loud; if he shook someone's hand too firmly he'd leave his fingers behind. He squared himself up, unwilling to let Lloyd do any more talking over him, and introduced himself as politely as he could: "Good evening Monsieur, my name is Gabriel. Pardon my... companion, if you will, he can be a little... overbearing." At this, Lloyd merely laughed and clapped him on the back, awaiting what would surely be an entertaining response from the other phantom...