Tristan nodded at her. He'd met her at the Mocha, but he didn't recall her last name. Instead he turned to his dancer, knowing she'd been on stage and wasn't working the floor tonight. "Everything okay, Angel?" The blonde nodded as she slid the business card between some bills and tucked them into her top. "Just finishing up here, boss." He hadn't overlooked the movements, but chose to not address it here. The floor wasn't the place for these things and he doubted his girl was the catalyst.