Mr. Grayson was a fit man. That was very obvious from the get-go, something that Dark took notice to. Not because he was that sort, by any means, but because he was a man with a penchant for observation. Observation told one almost everything one needed to know about others, after all. Dark smiled to himself and hummed a soft tune under his breath, but cut it short when Dick spoke again. He twirled his cane in hand, looked around at the park and up at the lamps that lit the pathway.
"Cooger and Dark's Pandemonium Shadow Show," he said fondly. "Imagine, for a moment, Mr. Grayson. Grayson and Dark's Combined Act brings to you Haly's Circus and the Shadow Show!" He swept his hat off his head again, thrust his arms out to both sides and took a pose as if he were standing in the spotlight with an audience stretched out before them. "The most glorious act you've ever seen combined."
There was a pause, Dark put his hat back on.
"You keep saying that, Mr. Grayson," Dark said knowingly, "but what do you really think that means? 'I know about your power.' What power is that, Mr. Grayson? What do you think it is that I do? Answer me that, and then we'll discuss the potential you gain from joining me."