"A pleasure to meet you, Mister Gold," he says genuinely with the air of politeness of a Victorian noble. "Tyki Mikk."

It was the last performance of the night and he's tossing the towel over a wire line that is hung just for him. He lifts a hand to invite Gold inwards as he heads backstage and into the main tent where the other acts are still going on, "You'll have to wait until she's available."

He looks upwards mostly at the tightrope act to check on the young Doll, the Princess of the tightrope, "I believe she's accepting new contracts."