"Oh, splendid," Tycho said with a brief, gleeful clapping of his hands when the man agreed to the scotch. He poured one out for the other man and refilled his own glass. He handed the drink over and tilted his head in thought as the man began making suggestions.

"I am not particularly skilled at it but I could learn," Tycho said in thought. "Though then my audience would catch sight of me stealing glances at the same person repeatedly." Which wouldn't quite do and might give him away. Still, it was a viable idea if he could polish it a little more. "Oh, but this is fun, let's come up with more ideas!" At this decree, he had collapsed back onto his chaise, scotch in hand, much like a teenager set on having a delicious gossip session.