It makes the fire spinner grin, to see someone interested in his craft to this point; but really, the poi make more than half of the dance. Still, Esteban takes it as his cue to slow, taking deep breaths after all of his running around. His cheeks are flushed with his constant movement, and he stretches his hand out with both poi, offering them easily.

"Wanna try with 'em?" he asks with a grin, slipping the straps out from between his fingers. He's developed fairly strange callouses from the constant use, but one night shouldn't harm his companion too much.

He doesn't remember his name right off the bat, but it can wait, Esteban figures. They'll have the time to chat if someone else comes along to help them both with entertaining their disgruntled guests.