It was ever so tempting. Crowley had noticed during the concert that the wine drinking portion that he sat with was developing a growing tension with the beer drinking lute demanding crowd the kid and his familiar were now having issues with. He sat up a little taller, swigged down the last of his wine and as innocently as a demon could be yelled out, "SHADDUP! Play Pale Blue Eyes!"

Then without missing a beat he turned to the man with deep pockets and spoke loudly enough for the heckler to overhear.

"Can you believe these beer drinkers? No sense of style at all!"

The enraged heckler stood again, glaring daggers at the wine drinkers and ignoring entirely the guardian familiar. He reached for a passing tray of drinks and tossed a full flask of wine at deep pockets and then proceeded to toss cheese from an appetizer platter indiscriminately left, right, and center... including at the stage.

Crowley discretely ducked.