Artair had been enjoying the Cirque thus far. Things had been steady and he had fun doing the 'barking' (ha!) portion of his job, luring people into the Hall of Mirrors. They always seemed satisfied with what that Ghede fellow put in there. Honestly, Artair hadn't really walked it himself - well, he had once but he preferred mirrors that let him bask in his proper reflection. He was quite a good-looking man, wasn't he? Yes, surely he was.
By the tail (ha!) end of his evening, he had managed to slip into Virtue & Vice to catch the last bit of the acts but the crowd had been... Rough. Angry. His eyebrows had furrowed together the more it went on. Hm. Artair had slipped out the back and waited, though he had done so in feline form, crouched down so the white spot on his chest was invisible. When Elia emerged, he had gotten up and moved to sit at her feet. "Interesting evening isn't it?" the fairly decently sized feline looked up at Elia with bright green eyes.