Ethan clutched his chest with a stricken look, doubling over as he shuffled after, adopting a completely cheesy Italian accent.

"You'a wound'a me'a, carina. To-de-qwick!" Then he snorted a laugh and straightened, heading out towards the lighted area with his little fellow Ace.

Spinning once on his heels, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to a waiting Card by the bar, he adjusted his collar and asked, "Can you even dance this way, brat?"