Sharp blue eyes followed the succubus in her strut until she began to circle him. Kennet rolled his eyes as she molested his clothes. The Djinn could not be affected by the black tar of her hungry soul and sleek appearance of either of her forms. Her recognition that he saw beneath the fleshy outline did not miss his gaze. Humans and their like might fear the screams and moans of formless mass, but Kennet stayed an icy exterior to his own formless flame held within.
With a rise of his hand, he grabbed her tobacco burdened wrist. The end glowing with a new heat only to burst into flame. In the brief and simple moment between heat and flame, the crowds disappeared, laughter and screams of the mundane stifled by distance and the heavy fabrics of a tent. No longer were the pair standing in the middle of the Midway. The scent of steam pressed costumes filled the nostril and rows and rows of racks filled the sight.
"There are more than enough items to fit this form, where you should be during the show anyhow." He said, not separating himself from her, but ignoring her purrs. Long fingers wrapped about her throat just under her chin, keeping her attention to his cool smirk, heat sparking below the surface of his skin lighting as the cigarette had. "I'm sure you are being fed just fine."