[Yes, it's a charity auction. That smug-ass look on his face is basically victory personified, and he considers this game set match at this point. The landens have finally looked back up at him and the man with his broken arm says, "We were both storytellers in our youth... Perhaps we could regale these people with something from the old legends. A-a performance perhaps?"

Molly seems delighted by this. The auctioneer less so, but, like Velvet, he's just accepted this is happening and will ultimately not fucking matter, so while he chatters off, accepting the offer of a "performance" as a bid, Molly steps back to his original position.]

I think they have a lot of potential, you know? [Yes, he's going to keep on about this, even with the matter seemingly settled.] I bet that underneath all that unhappiness, there's raw charisma just begging for a stage. I've got a good eye for these things.