Champions of Illusion!

[Svelte Sven]

Sven cursed himself for overlooking what was, in retrospect, a fairly obvious detail of Kray's activities. Perhaps if you spent less time in a maudlin mood you'd remember life around you? The Whisperwisp pushed the self-degrading thought away before it could ruin his placid look of calm and simply nodded up at the towering Ogre. "Pardon me, I managed to let that slip my mind. But this should be a good opportunity to get to see what excites you so much."

He glanced at Mina before smirking slightly at Circe's own words. He knew that the Fairest had gotten up to some rather sordid business, what with the whole "handling firearms" thing and all, but he hadn't expected her to encourage such bad behavior. Or at least not this particular strain of misbehaving. "Well, I'm rather easy to miss. Especially in a crowd." The others knew what he looked like because they had spent time with him in small, private settings without the Mask interfering. Amongst regular people? Sven was exceedingly hard to pick out from a crowd.

"Believe it or not, my... previous employer was very strict about staff not being seen unless asked for. I got very good at keeping a low profile." The Darkling's smile wasn't reflected in his eyes, though he managed to pull himself together before turning to the Manikin. "Of course, paying you back would be the simplest option. I wouldn't want to sour anyone's mood... at least not amongst our club." The Winter King's tone made it seem as if he were asking for permission.

"Still," He started cheerfully. "I'm almost tempted to see if I can't convince people that I belong backstage. I think that I could make for a convincing stagehand." And I might be a defter hand than some of these performers.

[Kray]

When Mina takes the money he takes his ticket, all squared away and paid for. Apparently content enough with the arrangement he doesn't even contradict Mina for saying it was kind. "Huh. Well I am certainly interested in heading over to see if it as good as advertised when the shows done." he really didn't need much convincing at all to go eat. "Uh. Belt fed sushi restaurant Mary, you know the kind that has the plates of food moving around and you take what you want as it passes by." Now had he made the connection to guns and intervened before firearms became a part of the conversation, or was he just answering a question about food is left up for debate.

As for Sven ticket or lack the of problem, he with Mina and Circe making offers he throws his own had into the ring. Metaphorically the fedora remains upon his head and nubbin horns. "Uh. If you need I can deal someone of a ticket. Or deal you in the door without one, probably." He offers while picking at one of his large stony teeth. Great shoulders heft an indifferent shrug as Sven gives his own ideas, there is no objections from the giant. "Oh. But yes great as the last guy was he was limited by space, this lot have a great deal more to work with." Rubbing his large hands together. "Oh. I do wonder if they'll do table of death." A little to gleeful for something so macabre perhaps. And just a bit dated of a reference to an old magic trick.

Attention drawn back to the exotic beauty that is the summer queen, as she starts talking of over seas business. Given she had boasted to him about aiding in civil wars and supplying rebel force before now that is always a topic of some worry. "Uh. Sorry apologize over what again?" he had gotten distracted wondering what Circe had been up to.