He manages to look disappointed when she removes his hand; probably some of that is sincere, spying and creeping not being mutually exclusive. Also she is sort of hot, once you get past the scary expression. So he maintains his full, rapt attention on her, oozing charm (and sleaze).

"Is it? Oh dear, how exciting. Anyway anyway, allow me to introduce myself. I'm the well-known magician and entertainer Alex Mercure, and I'm here today with 'Friends of the Shell.'" He points to the button pinned to his lapel, which bears the same title. Underneath, in large, readable letters is the legend: Sponsored by Lobster ME, home of the Lobsicle, at Planet Hollywood's Miracle Mile.

"So I understand," he chirps, brightly, "that our fine shellfish-loving friends have been seeking to cleanse you. How's that been going?"