Ever smirked a little leaning back as she crossed her legs and sipped at her drink seeming to think at first – when she replied his mind jumped three steps ahead of her and he could pretty much guess where this conversation was heading. Rather than stop her mid sentence he let her ramble on and even took a moment to consider the way she'd replied to him as she stared at the bartender. Looks could very well be deceiving he knew that every time he looked in a bloody mirror. His eyes studied her in such a manor that eluded to him working out a puzzle. He smirked that cheeky grin at last and while sipping his drink said gently so that the bartender would not hear, and as a sign of … politeness?<br/><br/>“Sweetheart – I wasn't flirting as for my reason for coming over – I needed a refill don't over reach your own means” He said his eyes still studied her face as he said this though he didn't look her directly in the eyes. Then he simply stood, slipping down from the bar stool to head back to his lonely booth. Once there his form sagged into the booth letting it hug his back while his legs kicked out before him. He sipped from his drink once more while glowing eyes studied Nyx. Then he turned back ahead lifted his hand and brushed the sensors on his right ear muff. It was time to test her.<br/><br/>The visor came sliding before his eyes from ear muff to ear muff connecting at the center as his mind expanded and his consciousness was enveloped taking him down the wires into the netscape. When he re – opened his eyes he was PLACEBO once again. His head leaning to either side in an uneeded stretch, some things – like habits just couldn't be erased even from a mind purged in the netscape. He lifted a white glove hand before him and a holographic keyboard assembled glowing the same color as his Reality form. His fingers raced across the keys and slowly a message was sent out reading.<br/><br/>“If you want the job follow me down the rabbit's hole” and sent it off to Nyx's device. After that was a slight waiting game – he took these moments of quiet to straighten his suit loosen the buttons at his collar and take in the scenery. The Lucid Dream Bar had its own personal server – disconnected from the outside world and thus they would be completely alone save for those other few patrons in the bar making the dive, able to see out but not in – it was a Black Box.<br/><br/>The room was almost perfectly replicated – of course with the right lines of code one could alter the way reality worked here – one could even create within the bounds of the Box and that was what he planned to do. But first he had to see if she took the bate.