Fin nodded, "Good, I'm sure he'll enjoy it. Is it his first time at one of the festivals?" he asked, before adding. "If you need anything, do tell."

He surveilled the area behind her and noticed Demetrius and a strange fellow talking. "I'm sorry, looks like trouble," he said, lightly tilting his head towards the stranger. "I'll be off."

The man was in a black dinner jacket and holding an expensive looking chalice. Demetrius, cigarette in hand, was talking to the stranger. His passive face reassured Fin slightly, but he still walked towards them, as if to approach something else behind them, then pretended to notice the two. The chalice shone in the light. Macbeth oggled the thing for a second, taking in it's beauty. If I were that rich, I'd have a [i]bigger house, a porsche, a-[/i] He closed his eyes and focused. 

"Hello, gentlemen. How are you finding the festival so far?"