The smirk comes right on cue, eyebrow inching upward. That whatever it is is probably 'being a huge schmoozing douchebag', as far as he can tell. Whatever. It works.

"If the flattery is an attempt to get at my stash..." The eyebrow goes even higher. "You're going about it the right way."

He walks, which he would not classify as 'pacing' if asked, but certainly shares some pacing characteristics. The way he has no actual destination in mind, for example, and is simply moving through the empty space aimlessly. Or how he seems to be suffering from an inability to stand still, in general. But it's still not pacing.

"I guess I could let you in on a little blackmarket secret, if you bat your bonelashes real pretty."