*chews his lip and struggles not to give in to an anticipatory, somewhat anxious snicker (ohh, you have no idea)* *evenly* I'll look forward to it, Mister Brandt.
*hears the bafflement in your voice, and commiserates entirely* *blandly* I've never been to one before. She thinks I'm missing out, I guess. Plus she makes a pastime out of watching people squirm. *rubs his neck again and swallows a yawn* I don't know why she wants you there, really. This is Duilien—I try not to ask too many questions.