"I'd be happy to give you my opinion on whatever needs it, you know. Though, that could mean everything would end up going horribly downhill and the First Family would be just... ridiculously offended. I mean," he shrugged, "you remember how my parties used to go. Imagine me helping with a wedding," he said, the same ridiculous insistence in his voice as before.
His expression did get momentarily serious - for just a moment - as he glanced back down the hall. Then he was grinning widely at Glibt and shaking his head. "I promise it will be incredibly classy and utterly befitting of a man of your stature." And by that he meant there would be strippers, drag queens and ridiculous amounts of cheap alcohol. He wasn't discounting rainbow jello shots either. "You'll have to make me a list of who to invite."
Harvey took another drink and glanced at the clock on the far wall briefly, thinking he should at least start cooking dinner. But there was one thing he'd been considering all day and he didn't want to waste any more time getting to it. "I have a favor to ask you now," he said, leaning forward a bit. He rubbed his palms together and looked down the hall again before leaning across the counter to whisper, "I need to tell him. The reason I was so eager to get you over here is because I'd... like to tell him tonight. Before I lose my courage again."