Warpath's plans to get ridiculously drunk were ruined by the visitor in the basement and left the Native adrift at the reception. With one cosmic ear tied to Eva, should she need him, Jimmy was pleasantly surprised when Kitty's voice rose above the crowd. The genius wanted a dance... of course she did, she was a genius after all. Warpath smirked while he willingly submitted to Shadowcat's wishes.
"None at all," Jimmy agreed with her big girl assessment. "Though Freyr would be good for a couple." He added with a smile, which continued when Kitty spoke. "Okay, egghead. Don't use ten words when five will do." He teased, "didn't a smart guy say that?" Warpath searched his memory banks while they cut a mild rug with each other. "Oh yeah, Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven." Checkmate.
"You look good too." Warpath observed with a touch of sincerity. "See. Boom." He smirked then immediately played dumb. "Zap? I don't know, it's her wedding night." Though his defense fell faster than those stupid blocks in Space Invaders... which didn't stop shit. "Someone new showed up right before the wedding." Jimmy rolled his eyes because he'd spilled the beans so quickly to Kitty, but those eyes.
Partially to stop trading state secrets and just because he wanted to, Jimmy pulled Kitty in closer to add a new level of earnestness to their dance. "Doesn't dancing with the 'aspect of carnality' bother you?" Jimmy challenged the fairly buttoned up prodigy.