"Sheheheh, so y' prob'ly been hatin' the music here t'night, huh?" There'd been a lot of pop but admittedly, most of Namur's music library was geared toward breakdancing, which tended to have almost excessive electronics overlaying a hard, steady beat. He shook his head and smiled gratefully.

"Well, shit. Prob'ly ought t' get out there then 'fore yer patience wears out," he laughed. "When y've had 'nuff jus' let me know an' I'll take over 'gain!" And with that he rolled backwards off the table into a handstand, held it for a full second, then let his feet drop to the ground smoothly. It took a few seconds for people to realize he was out on the floor, but the crowd quickly shifted back as those nearest tried to give themselves distance. Namur pretended he didn't see, told himself they were just giving him space because they wanted to see him dance, and then that's what he did.