What kind of god-thing would he be if he couldn’t show off his skills every now and then? Granted, no one but those closest to him needed to know that he can only perform his tricks within the confines of his own territory, or that it was, ultimately, a source of illusion that created the different backdrops. The other benefit of his particular skill set was easily being able to travel wherever he wanted to go.<br/><br/><br/>Within reason.<br/><br/><br/>Not that he was about to let Nora know of his particular restrictions when it came to the Corner Bar nor his specifics ties to the Otherworldly sanctum. Though there was something to be said about the mischievous spark in his eyes and the pointed grin that was his response to her own lop-sided one.<br/><br/><br/>Tucking one arm against the small of his back, he reached out with his other and took her hand, bowing at the hip so that his lips grazed her knuckle. “...May I have this dance?” He teased, but despite that, he straightened up and tightened his grip on her hand, tugging her forward so that his other arm caught her around the waist, reeling her in close.<br/><br/><br/>Whisking them both out onto the dance floor that he had transformed the space into, he released her waist long enough to twirl her outward, only to draw her back in, hand clasped tight to the small of her back as his feet lead them in to the besotted drawl of the music that seemed to come from nowhere.<br/><br/><br/>“Then you can be my Lady Luck. If fortune is shining on us tonight, we’ll walk away rich. Plus I’m in a risk taking mood tonight. Think you can be lucky enough for us to win a very shiny rock from a China man? This one is special; if we’re even more fortunate, he won’t even realize it’s real value, how to use it, or that it’s not just a bit of amber that he can gamble away.”<br/><br/><br/>Pace dipped her low, suspending her in midair with his arm a band of muscle supporting her back while his now free hand slid into his suit jacket and whipped out a cell phone. Pressing his finger into the back of the device to unlock it, he flicked through the apps and opened up a picture of what looked like your run of the mill businessman. Grey streaked the man’s temple and his black hair was thinning; lines creased the corners of his eyes, putting him close to fifty.<br/><br/><br/>“This is Mr. Jian Chen. He has something that doesn’t belong in China -- or anywhere here--” He emphasized the word ‘here’ with an arch of a brow as he swung her back up in his arms, continuing their dance across the floor. “...which would be the amber necklace that I’ve found that he has in his possession. It needs to be returned to where it belongs. Think we can manage it, my little indentured servant?”<br/><br/><br/>Oh, so he had been listening. Again, his eyes flashed in that mischievous way, but he still failed to answer as to whether he included just any ol’ indentured servant in on his escapades. That he left to her own imagination once the song died and his arms dropped down to his sides with a flourish.