"A pillow probably wouldn't knock me out for very long," Dalton pointed out with a cheeky smile.
He nodded slightly, looking thoughtful. "Of course, I would love if you partied with me. You don't have to feel obligated or pressured or anything, but... I'd like it if you joined sometimes." He suddenly gave a little laugh. "You probably think, for good reason, that parties with fashion industry people are insane."
Embarrassed, but enjoying the feel of her fingertips on his nose, he looked down and blushed a bit. "Sometimes my weight guesses aren't so accurate." He didn't really want to press the issue of inviting her family over. She made it fairly obvious that it would be uncomfortable at this point. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. Instead, he proceeded on with the next topic, giving her a naughty sort of grin. "Well, they don't want us to have sex in them. That doesn't stop people, though..."