There's always someone at a salon: you know the type. They'll interrupt a poetry reading to send a servant for more port. As it happens, while you're stealing it. Retreat!
[..]the area is empty. You help yourself to[..] cutlery.
On your way out you see[..] more a chest than a box. It looks very solid, and locked more securely than [..]would warrant.[..]you resolve to return for this intriguing morsel on another night.
