Crowley hadn't really been too thorough with his costume, figuring that given the crowd, even here it wasn't going to stay on long. Still, his suit was somewhat cheaper than his usual fare, but still cut just so to hug his frame, as if it had been sewn on. In fact, he'd summoned it to be such, but really, it just made it easier to tear off, if the opportunity arose. There was a riding crop resting at his hip, becuse sure as anything, Adikia was going to be a bad girl before long, and he would be more than happy to oblige her with a bit of punishment.
Once the pair of them arrived, he watched her wander off to say her 'hello's, making his way over to a refreshments table, to get himself a drink. He ended up manifesting the wine, anyway, not wililng to deplete Harry's supply over his own insatible thirst, but he wouldn't draw too much attention to himself, unsure if there was someone to offend.