Humming in amusement, she covers his hand on her thigh with her own and squeezes it. A part of her is a little tempted, but her pragmatism prevails. "Or, we could always wait until tonight. I promise you a private after-party."

Provided he doesn't end up drinking way too much at the actual party and render himself more or less useless.

"Did you just suggest a threesome with George Clooney?" she laughs, grinning as she tips her head back a bit carefully so as not to mess up her hair. "I'd say you're not just turning into an old man, but a dirty old man -- but you've always been that, so."