His mind was on 'ooo cake' and not the pause anyway. He was really looking at that box, trying to figure out what kind of mix it was and how could he schmooze some cake from her...
And then Mirza realized he was being looked over so he straightened up, letting her take in her fill, make her judgment. He chuckled at her final assessment and said, "Thank you," as modestly as he could. He was not a very modest person. "I do get to choreograph my own stuff, yes. And I got into it because I have no other skills than dancing. So I work in this dive of a club in a nasty part of town that's full nude male dancers."