Entertainment, food, merriment — what more could one want? Well, that's a terribly dangerous question to ask.

This particular newcomer could want so much more, not that he'll give it away, at first. That's part of the long game of it all, it's no good to show teeth (however many sets of them) too early. And there is something to be said for the fact that there are things here that set even this creature of dreams (nightmares) on edge. Now, the Corinthian wouldn't consider himself a control freak, that was the kind of label for flighty, hysterical kind of people. No, he was simply. . . someone who preferred to be the one in control.

So, he smiles (just one set of teeth, thank you very much, the others tucked away behind dark glasses) — not too much, not too little. Disarming pleasantries are his bread and butter, or rather, the key to far more exciting interactions. Turns to the closest fellow, and asks: "Say, mind sharing what the celebration's for?"

Cigarettes, coffee, heck, could a guy get a mag too? Creature comforts aren't really much but they do set the scene. And, really, over the years the Corinthian's really learned to appreciate the little things. The way people relax with a warm drink in hand, or the way they open up to a stranger with a cigarette and a light. Really good stuff, all and all.

So, he'll get a cup, marvels on marvels and move to the patio.

"Lot fancier than the other place." A conversation thread thrown out to whoever's listening.