send them my regards

They make their way through the room, and various heads turn in their direction. There's no outright staring, but they certainly don't go unnoticed. Dennis sees the way Lombardi Senior flushes a shade of crimson before signaling to who he can only assume to be his bodyguards with a nod of his head.

It was sort of flagrant, to turn up here after what had gone down recently. Although in their defence it really hadn't been them that killed De Luca, he supposed that Lombardi wasn't smart enough to figure that out though. Hopefully he was smart enough to stay out of the way for Dennis' grand introduction.

Unlikely.

Jack orders their drinks with the air of comfortability that says he's not worried in the slightest of the tension now rippling through the room. Dennis can't help but snort.

Someone is trying to strike up a conversation with him, but he ignores them in favour of maintaining a clear view of his prey. Trinity's dress is pretty, low cut in the back, high around her neck and showing off the intricate tattoos adoring her shoulder blades. He almost feels bad for lying to her.

His father is watching him, he knows it as sure as the sun rises in the east. It's not time yet though, so he spins to nod in his direction, before ducking behind a group of people letting the older man's attention be diverted by an overzealous group of aristocrats.

He circles the room, never staying in one place too long, back always to the wall, and eyes always on the prize. The opportunity would happen organically, it was just a matter of waiting it out.

Jack and Robby look engrossed enough in conversation for him to slip away, heading for the bathrooms down one of the hallways off the main room.