Vahvuus hesitates again, unsure of the right answer to that one. He can't remember the last time he wasn't wearing the mask. ...No, he can't remember ever not wearing it. So whether or not he wanted it was irrelevant, as it's never factored in before. It doesn't matter, right? Sorey might not understand it, but he knows that his own feelings aren't supposed to matter.

Although... his gaze drifts down to the water. It would be nice to feel it on his skin again. If he didn't have to wear it... if it was gone, he could...

Tentatively, he speaks up again. "The Abbey put it on me before I was given to you. I'm not aware of the rules, and I... I don't... there could be consequences."

He's not sure what he wants, but he doesn't want to cause his exorcist any trouble. Surely his own comfort isn't worth that.