Alastor was moving through the crowds, approaching a woman here and there, speaking, flirting with her for a few moments.  The man had a slight tan that wasn't truly a tan, merely the natural coloring of his skin.  His eyes were triple-colored, black on gold on red.  They were something to behold, marking him as a Sidhe but none here would know.  The mundanes would think they were contact lenses.  The tri-colored iris would take in everything he saw, memorizing it, even the smallest of things as he moved.<br/><br/>The women flirted, some men flirted, and some reached out to stroke the waist-length hair he wore freely.  Comments of 'It's so soft!' were frequent, along with the less-subtle comments about having it covering their bodies.  Alastor laughed and moved on, easing through the crowds as he decided upon which female to converse with.  Some had a spark here and there, others were merely...so much fodder.  A few would be special, he knew, but it'd take time to coax that spark out.<br/><br/>The cotton candy vendor was a friend of his, as much as friends existed within this place.  So he stopped by there at the same time as the woman with multi-colored hair.  "Nice hair," he said with a smile.  Glamour enhanced his attractiveness, making him a near epitome of that which was dark and sinful.  Enticing, seductive, and truly something that people would give their souls to possess for a night.  Many had in the past, more would before the show was over.  "May I purchase a sweet for you?"