He was mid sip of his drink when she spoke. Elias gave her an acknowledging glance and tip of the head, swallowed, and set his glass on the bar top. He felt seriously under-dressed. Clearly, she was prepared for a night of dancing and whatnot, but he still had on the clothes he had arrived on the island in. A button down white shirt, sleeves now rolled up to the elbows, loosened navy blue tie around his neck, suspenders over his shoulders, and his blazer checked in at coat check. "It is spoken for. By a lovely dark haired lady who is supposed to meet me here," he replied. He picked up on the teasing tone and returned it with his own.
He picked one foot up from the floor to rest against the chair, and traced the base of his glass with his thumb. "Not sure if karaoke is her style or anything. But, I can tolerate it."