The conjurer uses his charm like a card trick: to amuse and entertain and, of course, to distract. Once he had had an assistant, blonde and adoring, but he convinced himself the show works better without her. He tries not to miss her.
He moves through the bar, looking for an audience. A girl, crying. He could make her tears disappear. Another, with friends. He could cut her away from them. There. Drinking, unsteady, alone. Like him. The conjurer helps her escape her bonds, and she helps him. A new assistant for one night, and the giddy feel of magic.