It didn't take long for Crowley to find Watson in the crowd, smirk only growing at the self-confident way the man carried himself through the crowd. That bode well for the evening, in his mind. Crowley slithered through the crowd to meet the man half way, shifting his glass from one hand to the other, to offer one out to shake.
"Dr. Watson, I presume?" His eyes might have stuck on the man's face for just a moment- really, the mustache? He shook his head a little. "Welcome to Eden resort."