When she saw his outfit, she felt suddenly underdressed.  Like maybe she should have gone with something longer, the kind of dress an old-fashioned lounge singer might have worn. Then again, that was not really her style. Pace looked like something out of a movie, the sort of thing a younger version of herself might have fantasized about before reality set in.<br/><br/>She had not been entirely sure what to expect, but this was not quite it. She knew enough about his bar to know he could change the layout and she thought maybe this evening of dancing was just going to be in some version of the bar.  Now she was starting to notice all the changes, some more subtle than others. That had to be an interesting power to have, to shape the world around you to your will.<br/><br/>"You look pretty handsome yourself, do you dress up for all the girls you talk into indentured servitude?" Her grin was lop-sided and a brow arched to accentuate the question.<br/><br/>Chinese? It wasn't impossible, that's what ley lines were for, right?  Traveling across the world at a moment's notice. She had spent some time in Europe with Luce, another cousin she and Lane shared, but she had never gone to the Eastern most part of the globe.<br/><br/>"I'm a fan of the food you can get here, but I'm guessing the authentic stuff might be something else entirely...And not really."  She commented lastly on the gambling. She had grown up in the desert west of the US, so she had spent some time in Vegas, but most people who lived close enough to the casinos either realized they were more or less a scam or got addicted.  She had played a few dollars here and there, but she had never really gotten much into the whole thing.<br/><br/>"And what's the mission?  Or did you just need some arm candy?" She asked, because it would feel strange to call this a date, though that was certainly what it felt like.  How did she go from nearly getting tossed into some nether realm to dating the guy who should have throw her ass into some portal and not looked back?