Mirza snickered, grinning at Kami, "More like gotten other people into my apartment. Lesson learned: never let Shae put handcuffs on you. Good God that boy is rough." While it made for an amusing story, he had been so pissed off at the time. He could not be marked. It would lose him money because it ruined whatever fantasy his audience had that maybe he was theirs, dancing only for them. "Exactly."
He pressed his lips together, hiding a grin and only allowing himself to say, "Something like that." Oh he loved to watch. And be watched. But he didn't at all mean that innocently. When his plate arrived, he made a gleeful squealing noise, "Yay food!" Really, that was all the celebrating he needed. But first, a sip of wine! Alcohol was more important.