"Very well." Stratos nods, accepting the sensibility of this. He looks in the direction of the event thoughtfully - perhaps he's scheming on what to demand, perhaps he's just trying to regain his composure better.

"Two minutes," he says, his gaze settling on Jim. "I believe it likely this won't be the last odd festival we encounter. That in mind, I'll be content to claim two minutes of your time, when I next have need of it."