[Lockon had enough of dancing, thanks to GIR. Except for Kitty's lessons, he's done nowhere near the dance floor except to take a seat in a slightly more comfortable chair. Which is where he'll sit and pretend not to notice her looking at him, over his whiskey.
He's already had quite a number of drinks, but not enough to warm him up to the idea that what he's seeing was good. It required a double-take -- after all, one had the dancing class, but he didn't expect the others to share in his talent or enthusiasm -- but it would be pretty obvious which of the two it was at a second glance.
Honestly, he wishes she would leave, but he can't force her just because he's the one who wants to sit here and brood in (relative) peace.]