The corners of CJ's mouth twitched in amusement as he listened to Molly. Her word choice suggested there was nothing wrong with her lingual skills yet there was something about her he couldn't quite put his finger on. She was obviously intelligent yet he'd never heard anyone speak quite the way that she did. While she might be right about the repeated use of profanity being linked to poor lingual skills, when he was angry he couldn't summon the energy to care.
Cornered Junebug and fishbowl, indeed. "The Cornered Junebug would appreciate it if you would save him a place on your dance card, Miss Molly," he countered.
CJ turned back to Naima. Her closed body language; arms crossed over chest, didn't go unnoticed. He waited to see how she would react to Molly's words of...well, rebuke? A waiter passed by with a tray of drinks. Savvy. CJ snatched up a glass, not caring what the actual contents consisted of. He plopped his empty down and lifted the new drink to his lips in fluid motion. After swallowing the slightly too sweet concoction, he said, "Really, Naima, why such nasty language?" He grinned at her and cocked a brow.