*just drops his face into his hand and groans silently amid the surprised exclamations from all around (which are quickly followed by catcalls and whistles, of course)* *well, so much for clandestine affairs and all that*
*directs a half-smile, half-grimace your way, peering through his fingers* Thanks, Tanya. No really. *catches sight of a few conspiring staffers out of the corner of his eye* Aht! Don't even think about dumping anything on me, I don't care what tradition says. *and in response to a question from the back* ...No, he's not anyone anybody here knows. Wha—no, I'm not drunk-dialing him later. Well maybe. But not from here.
*growls at you and Mac, both* My vengeance will be swift and unlooked-for.