Wayne tensed and hoped it wasn't noticeable (though, knowing his luck...).
"Um..." he sighed, and blinked, trying to think of how to phrase it. Go for polite ambiguity, or brush it off with a joke? Couldn't hurt to do both, he figured.
"Yeah, I asked someone," he answered, "but apparently my raw animal magnetism is more resistible than I originally hypothesized. So no. I'm not going with anyone either."
Shit. Shift the focus, Wayne, you tosser.
"And I really think you don't give yourself enough credit with Brigid. I mean, it's her last year, right? So what have you got to lose? If she says yes, then hey, at least you've got something. If she says no, then she'll be gone soon and the awkwardness will be minimal. And that goes for whatever, be it dancing or..." He waggled his eyebrows cheesily. "You know."