[The smaller details – what ‘cartoony’ and ‘lumberjack’ mean – might be lost on him, but don’t much affect his understanding. Eugene’s tone says enough and Isaac would think on it more if he weren't as amused by where the man's attentions seem to stray for brief moments. He has always craved some manner of attention -- unfortunately, in Valachia, most of what he had received had ill-intent behind it.]

We share the smallest of cages, Eugene; we were bound to meet again whether or not it would be wanted on either side. [His smile thins, eyes glittering knowingly.]

But let us leave sleeping dogs to lie.

[And so he steps back and towards the center of the dance floor, drawing Eugene along with him. Still expecting some measure of resistance as he does.

As relaxed as Isaac may seem, his grip, like Eugene's, is anything but loose and lazy. It's comfortably firm - or meant to be as much.]

The night is young and there is much of it left to be taken.