In contrast, Kit wasn't hung up on the details of his most recent interactions with Booker. He had been unequivocally himself, from the ambiguous flirting to bringing the hungry vampire something to sate his appetite, and he found that he was looking forward to seeing where things between them would eventually lead. It was mostly for this reason that he had invited Booker along to the show some time, yet a small part of him revelled in the knowledge that the mention of restraints had piqued Booker's interest so much that he had offered to maybe call in before they had dinner together. Although they hadn't spent much time together, Kit was certain that he would see the other vampire at the show that night.
Showtime went as smoothly as it usually did, with Kit showing off for the crowd that had gathered that evening. He had started off with some smaller tricks, escaping from a basic set of cuffs before doing the same from out of a long coil of chains bound with a padlock. Yet as the show progressed, his stunts had grown in their intensity, with the crowd lapping it up as they always did. Kit was a showman, leaving things to the very last second before performing what seemed to be miraculous escapes from the jaws of certain death. If only the patrons knew that death had come for him a long time ago.
It was as he introduced his final trick of the night that Kit caught sight of a familiar face in the crowd, a smirk tugging at his lips as he spotted Booker over the heads of the shorter patrons. His gaze didn't linger, instead sweeping over the group of people who clung to his every word, before he walked back to the large tank that sat in the centre of the space. "I'm sure you know what this is for," he said, slapping his palm against the thick glass of the box. The trick, pioneered by Houdini, was one of the main draws of Kit's act. He had performed it countless times, so often that he likely could have done it in his sleep, yet he always worked to make it as impressive as the first time. After all, it was his job to wow his audience. "The water torture cell, in which I will have only a few minutes to escape before the air in my lungs runs out and I drown." Ha. There was a slight difference from the original trick, however, something to up the ante and make things truly electrifying - literally. "Either that, or...You see those cables?" he asked, glancing up at the exposed wires that were dangling from the ceiling with a fearless smirk. "They'll drop in three minutes. If I don't manage to escape before the time runs out, well, you know what'll happen."
Nodding to the assistants on hand who brought out the shackles that would bind him, Kit once again turned his gaze to the crowd. "May I have a volunteer?" he asked, repressing a smug look as his gaze once again caught on Booker. "Ah, the gentleman in the suit. With the glasses. Could you assist me into my restraints, Sir?"