*uncertainly breezily* Oh, I'm sure he'll be all right. *not unkindly* The prospect of having fun was just too much for him, I think.
*flutters her eyelashes at the two of you, obviously saying one thing and meaning the opposite* And as long as I've got a couple more drinks in me before any of you gentlemen ask me to dance, I'm good to go. I like to have something else to blame when I step on feet.