Although preternaturally adept at trapeze work Alejandro was a man at war with himself and that would be his eventual (and quite literal) downfall.
In his veins commingled the wild, simmering blood of his mother's latin temperment with the frugal, scrimping ways of the highlanders, the MacDougals. He seriously contemplated changing his vocation from ropewalker to streetwalker.
He knew he could command valuable coin for selling his comely self to any interested passerby but alas his MacDougal blood wouldn't let him settle on a price. When he put himself in the place of the seller it was never enough and when he put himself in the place of the buyer it was always too much. The thought of anyone purchasing him for less than a king's ransom caused him to misstep. As he plummeted his last thoughts, mandatory tipping, casued him great pleasure. <<<<<