Mirza laughed, giving in just a little to circle a fingertip on her knee and licking his lips, "I think you are evil. But a good evil. Same kind of evil I am." Oh she had to ask that. With a little sigh, he settled deeper in the couch and took a sip of the water, "Of course they do. It doesn't help that the joint is seedy and that some of the other dancers will indeed take someone in the back and give them a little head or a little fuck. Whatever. I don't." His parents would have killed him if they knew what he did for a living... Good thing he was beyond old enough to make his own damn decisions.