He looked like a kid about to sneak out of the house after his bedtime for some midnight mischief with the way he was grinning. Yes, he would hear out her alternative plans, but the more she talked, the more his grin widened and his eyes sparked.<br/><br/><br/>“A thorough, efficient little witch,” he almost simpered. Just as another song started playing and the piano’s keys again moved of their own accord. Pace held out his hand, brows shooting up on his face. “What will be the most fun to do? Knocking the man upside the head and stealing it from him works just as well as anything, but that takes away the challenge, the risk, the gamble,” he insisted.<br/><br/><br/>That and Pace knew quite well that this was a test run of what he was a part of. He anticipated the little Chinese businessman was going to be an easy run. That he was down on his luck and gambling away his family assets was just part of the research - and therefore the fun.<br/><br/><br/>“Plus, we don’t know what could show up to join us. These are all humans; the bogeyman is just a story to them, used to scare little kids. The modern world has changed, so this kind of shit is more of a novelty than a scary reality in their heads. This man most likely doesn’t know what he has. But other things will.”<br/><br/><br/>The last he spoke in an almost sing song voice, as if he were looking forward to the prospect of trouble happening tonight. His hands came back up to encompass her waist, twirling her again around the dance floor, only this time he held her just that much closer, a predatory slant in his eyes when he dipped his head, almost like he was going to kiss her. Instead, his mouth curved into a teasing smile and he whispered conspiratively in her ear. “Why not both?”<br/><br/><br/>He leaned back, letting his hands glide up her sides, feeling the supple curves that the dress accentuated. Then back down her arms again, until he had her hands in his. “We can make a competition of it. See if he prefers you over me. So smooze him, sure. But also… have fun, Nora,” he finished, following his words up with a bout of delighted laughter that vibrated from his chest. Winking, he tugged her along after him, fingers snapping in the air to stop the sound of music and placing time back in its rightful place. Not that anyone would notice, of course.<br/><br/><br/>“Shall we?” He gestured toward the door.