Theodore lifted his brows with Demelza's suggestion about his non-innocent point of view, his eyes drifting over her shoulder and to the dance floor to consider this. No, he was fairly certain that he was right on this one. Men (Straight men, at least) tended to look so unnatural when they danced, and yet so many forced themselves to get completely sloshed and partake in the activity anyway. They'd do anything to rub up against a half-decent looking bird and attempt to woo her into lifting her skirt later in the night. Theo knew the game. Of course, he'd never danced with someone to get them to sleep with him - thankfully he'd never been so desperate.
Theodore blinked and rolled his eyes back to Demelza when she suggested they move, turning his head to look in the direction of the back tables. Well. That would have been a good choice in the first place considering Theodore's intense hatred of crowds, but this wasn't the time to point that out. Right now he was focused on getting away from the bar. Clearing this throat, he nodded in agreement, opening his mouth to reply when the bar tender set down their plate of chips in front of them. "I'll get it," Theodore stated firmly, reaching into his pocket to pull out the proper change while keeping his eyes on Demelza - watching her suspiciously now. She suddenly seemed awfully eager to move, which is something he honestly hadn't noticed until right now.
"We're on the move," He stated, grabbing his plate and drink after paying and lowering himself from the uncomfortable stool. He was lanky enough that this wasn't a big jump down, and skinny enough to move through the crowds with relative ease. He did feel a bit like a waiter carrying their plate, though. Thankfully managing to snag a booth as another couple left the bar in each other's arms (Three guesses on where they were headed now), Theodore took a seat at one end and set down the chips and his drink before signaling for Demelza to join him. "Is everything alright?"