“Buy anything you want.” Victor’s hand stretched out, his black card held between two fingers, waiting for you to take it. “Get all dressed up for me, there’ll be lots of reporters.”

You know him well enough by now that while you can’t see a full smile, that little sarcastic quirk of his mouth meant nothing but trouble, and your gaze slowly moved from his hand back to his face. “It’d be a shame if we couldn’t sell the act, wouldn’t it?”