The Confluence hadn't yet made his round to check out the Elysium of NYC and now that it was a place one needed to be careful around lest you be stabbed by hunters... he was there. He had to be there. And if there was a dress code, he sure as Hell wasn't following it but at least he had something on so as to not insult the Mistress of Elysium. A knee-length wrap-around sarong skirt and a white mesh shirt were just enough to keep him decent as he wound through the dancing crowds, enjoying himself.
He felt Cian before he saw him, like a light switch turning on. The visual lines he saw that connected people to they Cobweb raced and stitched right on to Cian. So Connie wriggled through the crowds. When he was face-to-face with the man, he could tell there had been something in whoever he'd drunk just by the dilation of his pupils. Whoopsie daisy. It happened. One went with it.
"My, my. Aren't you just a tall drink of--" he broke off, giggling at himself. Water. Hahahaha. He held his hands out for the other child of Malkav, "Come dance with me. The night is young and we are not."