“I wasn’t really thinking about drinking, although I may have one, but I was thinking more of dancing. You do dance don’t you?” He may have been presumptuous in asking Marx if she could dance but even though she was young for a Kelvic she sure knew more than she let on. Dancing with her and getting the chance to hold her close in a public setting would be fun. It would let some know in the area that she was with someone and not to mess with her.
He was relying on his organized crime connections for that. The fact that they had made contact with him since he had been back in the city on the water bothered him. Had his sudden disappearance made him a liability in their eyes? After all he had not said a thing when he left Ravok that night at his father’s insistence. He had no reason to leave that he knew of, but his father, Razor, knew much more than his son when it came to the goings on in the city.