The familiar southern twang caused Pietro to turn. He grinned widely at her. "You're not interrupting anything, Rogue. Our date is just perfect so far," he teases... Sped up metabolism or not, two glasses of scotch back to back that were downed quicker than they normally should be would cause anyone to feel a bit tipsy and more pleasant.
At least Pietro wasn't too far off yet. Rogue's clothing choice was noted, but he didn't make any smartass remark about it, possibly because he wanted to continue to enjoy his evening. "Glad you finally showed up, Rogue," he stated towards her with a smile.
Pietro then turned his attention back onto John. "Please, brother. I'd own you at dancing - if you even have any moves," he challenged amiably. "I'll spare you the embarrassment if you're still looking for tail." Even when inebriated, he's as cocky as ever.