... eyes Anna, examines his rock, then looks back at her. "Wait a moment. I will return. I will show you what I want from you, and then we can discuss payment."
Anna looks at him increduously, her eyes burning holes in his back as he walks outside. Still, she stays, more from curiousity than anything else. Whatever he intends to show her, if it is lewd, it won't be shown in the bar, and if it is, then Michael will make short work of him.
As if on cue, Michael calls out to her, softly, "Anna dear, shall I keep the lad out?"
"No, at least, not yet."
Ivan returns, holding a cobble he has pried from the street. Anna steps back, not sure of what he's planning, when he sets it down beside the marble. "I don't want to waste my marble in a demonstration," he offers by way of explanation. With that, he stares at the cobble, and begins waving his fingers about, humming softly. Much more rapidly than the marble, the cobble shifts, though Ivan is obviously straining himself for the quick display. A moment later, a well formed cameo of Anna's face rises from the stone.
Ivan releases his breath in a pant. "That is why I want you. You have a look, a charisma. You have turned a lowly cobble into a king's bauble, and now I want you to work the same alchemy on my marble."
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