"Well at some point there's going to be a speech," he raised his hand and brushed hers away gently. He didn't want to be fussed over. "And it's easier to laugh at them if you can't remember what's actually funny."
Not that he was known for his sense of humor. Actually he thought he was probably more funny than he got credit for. The problem was he usually never let anyone else in on the joke. Those women--Honna Gerhart and one of her friends, if he was correct--thought he was quiet.
"I'm not nervous, no. Perhaps you should be though, you're liable to break an ankle in those."
He turned his head to the floor and stared at her shoes.