Pixie wasn't sure what exactly to do. Mind you, she had no problem handling a customer with control issues but when he son was added to the mix, things became complicated. She followed the dance, her outward features pleasant looking but inside she was calculating, waiting so the other shoe to drop somehow. Thus far, the man hadn't lashed out at her son, but who was to say Skellington wouldn't lash out at him? Pixie never mixed her work life with her home life, and yet here was one of her bigger fears, the time when the two would cross paths.
Pixie remained the neutral party, but wondered for half a second if she should purposely mess up their dance, a klutz moment if you will, just to loosen up male tension in the air. It also probably didn't look right to her son to see his mother so obedient to a stranger, so messing up a step or two would disillusion who was really in control.