'Oh, Forgive me dahling!' cooed ember with excitement as he made a coy little bob with his hips, and a gesticulation of his wrists over his shoulders, before stifling his excitement, and making a short bob of a curtsy while continuing.

"I'm Ember--"

he straightened, and then gestured at his lovely sleek black dress, hair and makeup 

"--And I do fashion, dahling-- But don't be deceived-- I'm actually quite skilled as a magician. May I come in?"