The two men looked at each other, then Jaffar poured wine into the the goblets and the two began to sip the drink as they watched Mia's uncertain attempt at a performance.<br/><br/>"Well, it's nice that you have a flexible body, if you're done stretching you can start dancing any time now." The rich half-elf spoke, motioning towards the young woman with an open hand. "Surely you know how to, with beauty like yours it would be a waste not to tap into all of your potential. Come now, let's start. Move your body, don't let your hips stay still. You don't just want to look like a treasure, you must make the audience want you, yearn to have you, promise to fulfill their dreams by allowing it, or breaking their hearts if you don't."<br/><br/>Jaffar, while observing her movements, slowly nodded as the scorpion explained what he wanted out of the performance, apparently gauging that Mia was capable of such moves, if she brought herself to try. Indeed she might have seen dancing girls in passing, though not ones who attended the rich circles.<br/><br/>"By the way." Samir added. "I said imagine you are on the job. You just let an assassin pour me deadly wine. I might as well be dead. Pay more attention."