Al ****ed his head for a second and thought, then grinned. "The Macarena. I know that one. Man, you're making me want to get into old-school Earth culture all over again." With that, the Macarena began to play quietly within the ship, emanating from the walls, the floor, the ceiling, and from all of the 'furniture' that looked as if it'd grown out of the body of the ship. Al started doing a miniature version of the dance and singing along quietly.
"Sure you don't wanna join me?" he asked Jasper and Sapptus as the second verse started and he began repeating the dance, a little bigger this time. "This one's so easy!"
Salem watched Al, mouth agape, not understanding a word of Al's Spanish/English singing, for only a few seconds before rolling his eyes and turning back to Jasper. "I..." he paused for a second as he thought, "should be able to avoid using needles or anything intrusive, if you're willing to wait a couple extra minutes. And for the information I'll be getting on Yeerk physiology from you, I'll find something to make it worth your while. I'm not in the habit of getting something for nothing from my trading partners," he said with a wink. "It's usually turns out better for both of us if you know I'll pay well for anything I get."
"Do... you need anything from me to feel comfortable... 'disengaging,'" he asked, with a little less certainty. "Because I'm ready for this whenever you are."
A series of neon silhouettes on the wall indicated a group stepping out to the front of the bar. Among them was the bright white color Salem had chosen to represent War-Prince Ossanlin. Salem watched with interest as the figure carrying a long metal shaft- that had to be the swordsman that had threatened Ossanlin in the bar- moved with impressive speed, but didn't say anything to Al or Jasper.