Cheshire grinned as he received a peck on the cheek from bunny girl herself, and was scolded at the same time.<br/><br/>"Only you can read my face so well, my marvelous Mari," he said. "And for your information I've only begun to test the new bouncer."<br/><br/>In truth, while he yearned for a reaction, an emotion of any kind, from his audience, it was far more delicious when he had to work for it. Especially in the tall, dark, and handsomely gruff members of his audience. Just behind Samuel, the illusionary cheshire grinned just as madly as the real one.<br/><br/>"I do usually wait for at least a week," he commented in McCarron's ear as Dumas talked, "out of common decency you see. But for you I might make an exception." At Dumas's praise, he found his opportunity to bring up the subject he wanted with McCarron.<br/><br/>"I am an amazing magician, and this place you are walking into is my lair. I wear my illusions the way you wear that weapon under your vest, and those special glasses on your face. I don't take well to those that would break my illusions, Mr. McCarron, as you would with those shades, but for someone as handsome as you I'm willing to make a deal. Either we help each other, or we can be at each other's throats. And believe it when I say, I have yet to meet the man who can keep up with me."<br/><br/>Chesh kept his voice in a low, sweet whisper. He was careful to seem playful, not threatening, but in control. It was like balancing on a knife's edge, but that was how Chesh played everything. He couldn't be happier.