His clothes are heavy with water. They stick to his skin in a way that feels almost like a touch. He likes it, the feeling of them against him and the slight relief from the heat they bring. Despite the dampness of his clothing he isn't cold. The heat in the club is intense, too many people packed together in one space. His own body is overheated from his dancing. That doesn't stop him from continuing, especially not as Joker comes in close, putting an arm around his neck. Psi shivers from the touch despite the heat, feeling even warmer from the way Joker looks at him. Joker's smile is sly, almost dangerous, in a way that promises entirely too much fun.

The Psionic hasn't even noticed the pull of this realm, having had no reason to fight it from the beginning. At this point his anxieties have vanished. His concern about the vampires, his desire to protect his crew, all are forgotten, replaced instead with a different kind of desire. It's a constant need to do something, feel something, to be with people and share in their excitement. It's a desire for a different kind of escape than the carnival can provide, one that he, and he thinks Joker, are constantly looking for. There's one kind of escape he especially likes and it's what encourages him to dance in close returning Joker's look. He rolls his hips against Joker's as they dance, not even bothering to answer him with words. It's a type of dancing that doesn't look out of place in a club like this, even with it's erotic undertones.