He thumbs the material of his hat, bought only recently with the many pennies he’d earned for his work. It was amusing, they paid to witness a crime on stage; should they learn of the inclusion of brutality amidst easy magician’s tricks and true magic, it wouldn’t be money he’d be getting, but a hanging. The risk was all too sweet, perhaps the thrill of it all was worth it.

Lips would purse before he looks to her, he’s not his erratic or dramatic self as he talks, he’s calm. Jon is genuinely content to speak with her, a true curiosity fuels quiet words.
“ How is the MAGIC in Russia? Is there a demand for magicians? “