After his disastrous experience with the fun house, Jeff should never have come back here. But he does return, multiple nights, sticking around just long enough to catch the show.

It's cheesy, in the way that all circus performances are probably inherently cheesy (he assumes, not exactly a connoisseur of circuses, himself), but Jeff watches them with something like longing in his expression. And there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with the performers, at least, nothing sinister in their routines. It's just magic. Fire and flashing lights are all child's play, in his experience, but there's a deftness to the performances that he can't help but admire.

He grins over at Wanda, eager to see the new act, though some of his enthusiasm dims when she points out how uncomfortable Pyre looks. Brows furrowing, he looks at the stage and watches as the guy, sweating and practically shaking with nerves, makes his way to the center. Fuck, he seems like a total amateur.

"Maybe it's, um... stage fright?" he offers, hopefully. It's just kiddie magic, after all. That's all any of this is. "I mean, I still freak out a little when I'm performing something new..."

He doesn't sound totally convinced by his own words. The fuel spraying from the pipes has him grimacing, like, jeez, he's never known anyone to need gasoline when showing off magical pyrotechnics.

Maybe it's just water. Just a prop to mess with the audience and make this all seem more dangerous than it really is...