Iago took advantage of the plodder's distraction to slip quietly away, wine still in hand. New players entered the game- the young cripple, and the glamorous older woman. Interesting. Very interesting. 

He had taken a few mental notes about the Chiklis man. Enough to come back to later. "I would be delighted to accompany them, constable. I'm sure a man of your stature has much more important work to do. Another pair of eyes will surely help find the young man," he said, charm going at full blast. He smiled back at Demetrius. "It's been a pleasure. Perhaps we will have occasion to speak again." He stepped forward, gallantly offered an arm to Lavinia. "With your permission, madame," he said to the older woman.