He rises six feet more, as if to prove his point. The lights of the club dim slightly, and a pale mist seeps into the air. She has seen better. If only you know how to look. He slowly sinks back to the ground, and produces a small red velvet pouch from some hidden pocket.
Magic is everywhere, and contains everything.
He pokes two fingers inside the pouch, which is small enough that it can only acommodate them up to the second knuckle. With a small flourish, he pulls the tip of a blue and silver scarf out. He tosses the scarf into the audience, where it is quickly wadded up and pocketed by a nameless man with fast hands. The applause is slight. The magician still sighs at this time, although only he can hear it.