After Kit spoke, Booker came back to reality, the screams and giggles of the patrons flowing back as if they had a block for the past moments. At least one of them were thinking. Kennet did not seem to be the type to be forgiving with performers not being at their spots. Though they were forbidden from being hurt, the younger vampire was not stupid. Well, usually not. Few exceptions, most of them lately being around either this new person or Blair. Then again, he'd done stupid things for his ghouls.
Reaching into his jacket, he grabbed his glasses and slid them over his eyes, his smirk fading to a slight smile. "Very true." Another laugh slid from him, free hands going to reassemble himself. It wasn't very hard, he was used to the best methods for quick adjustment. "You know where I'll be if you wish for a repeat performance." As Booker went to walk past Kit, he let the tips of his fingers trail across his lower stomach, lips twisting again. "Maybe you'll come over to the Illusion tent sometime."