"Yeah, but I am so much better at it than Casey is. But if Sam is 'so' fond of him, he really just needs to tie him to a bed and throw away the key already. Sure would save us some trouble." Gin would grumble faintly. He knew Samual, actually he worked for Samual on occasions. It did bother the incubus that his charms didn't work on Gin as they did everyone else, but in truth that is what made Gin so fond of working for him. Nothing better to brighten up your work day of keeping a steady eye on things than watching your boss try to get in your pants. Though he would admit, the incubus did have a genius idea of running a popular nightclub where his charms and abilities worked their best.

Gin watched as Effy pulled out a familiar looking black ticket, a grin quickly spreading across his features. He quickly lifted his free hand up towards his face, quickly brushing back his bangs from his eyes. "Oh sweetness, I sure do know what that is for." He chuckles. The tickets cost a bit, but Gin never really minded the price. Hadn't missed one yet, he wasn't going to start now. He loved the private showings, each was different, special in its own way. If he missed one, who knows what he might have missed out on?!

Carefully as he lowers his free hand he reaches for his mug of coco finally. By now it had already cooled down to a soft shimmer and was easy to devour. After he put the glass to his lips, one gulp, two gulps, three gulps, gone. Steadily he places the now empty mug back onto the table with a smirk, it was just like how he drank entire bottles of vodka and the alike. Only gulps, no sips, even if he was sharing. "Since we are on the topic, anything you want to do before work?"