[ It's one of those moments where you're simultaneously pleasantly surprised by your own moxy and mentally kicking yourself for doing something so out of your comfort zone in public. Still, at the end of the day he has no regrets and he's sure he can think of something to blame. The holiday spirit, wanting to let go for once, Jack being Jack.
That last one might be the thing to save him, actually.
He shifts his weight and takes a sip of his drink before going for any kind of response, voice a little rough and eyes kept stubbornly away from the other man. ]
Yeah, It was uhm. [ Beat. ] You're not asking me for a review, are you.