I would think that's a decision for your Ringmaster to make.

[ Childermass doesn't trust a damn thing here, perfectly willing to let that grate on Shen's nerves. He's still watching the reflection closely, still trying to discern features. The fluttering with the hand -- though it seemed awfully long for a hand, didn't it? -- reminds him vaguely of a bird. Something to file away for later.

For Shen's trouble, he'll finally break from his serious demeanor with a faint, crooked sort of smirk. ]

Ah, though suppose I could tell you. Only... [ And he'll leave a very obvious pause here to bring a finger up and tap his chin, oh so thoughtfully. This time, his reflection mimics him somewhat more properly, as it begins to catch on to what the man is up to. Of course, the mirror image's version is still comically over-exaggerated, much more like the chin-stroking villain that he's never really been. ] It is as you said before. Everything here costs something and I'm not like to tell you much if there's a chance you'll leave me here regardless.