Brian Braddock could most definitely stanky leg. Yes, thanks to Shadowcat and Colossus being dance trend slaves and Gwen was quite fond of dancing around their home with him. However! He was in no position to defend himself with Will clinging to his jacket in typical scandalized Omen fashion. He smirked at Thea, part in amusement, partially with affectionate pity. "You'll get it," he urged. Then William relented and Brian could breathe again. Omen asked the blond girl to dance and Britannic deflated with relief.
"It is a rather dashing ensemble..." he said quietly as he took a drink of his tea or whatever and scanned his eyes about the room with a thirst for distraction and not beverage. Eva and her right hand were creeping on the outskirts and he made a note to look into their huddle later on, but simultaneously, Thor was approaching Freyr and that was at least worth a mild nosing about. You know, now that he was alone at the table.