It is on a bench that Hyacinthe ultimately sat, arriving much more quietly and by subtler means than the gods. He bypassed the bar and the dance floor, his feet now too clumsy for the latter they would only become less certain as the night wore on, particularly if he indulged too heavily in the former. But he could watch and would gladly do so. He was not anti-social but merely...cautious for the moment. He would gauge the tempers of those in attendance, learn how things were balanced among the gods at the moment and then decide with what or whom he would pass his evening.