Harrison smiled at the woman and nodded. "Then I shall aquire refreshments and escort you through the rest of event of you, and your... chaperone? see fit. You are right, these statues are quite impressive." there was ab inflection in his voice that indicated that he was enquiring whether she was chaperoned or not, rather than seeking the permission of some other guardian to socialise with the pretty woman. It would only be a moment while he was walking across the room to obtain two drinks from the magical fountain before returning to Miss Scrimgeour to hand her own. "I hope champagne is acceptable?" there was very few occasions he had found where champagne was not a good answer.

He would beckon the woman to walk alongside him and observe the next statues, this one was of what looked to be a group of men sat around a table, perhaps playing a game. "I wonder who was winning when it all happened?" he spoke closely and quietly to Araminta, sharing her fascination for this slightly macabre display. Just his luck to be buried in hot ash the day the gods smiled on him favourably.