Cohen knew he was rambling now, trying to back track from his slip of a comment that was an unintentional insult, but he couldn't help it. When he was uncomfortable or unsure, which was often to be fair, he tended to let his mouth get away from him. Which was amusing considering he generally didn't speak overly much, so one would think if he felt discomfort he would speak less. Alas, his mind just wasn't wired normally it seemed.
"I do," he insisted, but seemed to relax as Parthenope waved off his words. "I don't want to offend people. Especially-" Cohen stopped himself there, not quite knowing how to articulate why it was important he make a good impression on the woman across from him. Not that he even consciously was aware that that's what he was going for.
As her eyebrows rose in curiosity, he found himself shifting a bit under the scrutiny of her gaze. It sounded creepy that he'd been looking for Peisinoe right? There was no going back now as he attempted to shrug as if it were not a big deal. "The party was on Christmas," he finally said, because that wasn't long ago at all, right?