"Thanks." He smirked in response to her compliment and chuckled briefly before Wren gave her answer. Brian's mouth twisted from side to side as he contemplated her situation. Finally, "I'm afraid I might run into Jamie this evening, actually." He shared. "We can't let them wedge us into a corner while they have all the fun they'd like, can we?" He moved to sit by her, then, adjusting his pants so they'd wrinkle as little as possible. "Once you're through with that drink I'll take you for a spin around the dance floor, hm? We can look out for each other." He'd go on jerk-patrol and Wren could look out for his loon of a sibling. In all honesty, he wasn't sure which of them was worse off. He'd hate it if someone in his family treated him with disrespect, or unkindly. It probably felt like a kick in the teeth. His older brother was simply ... mental. "Have you tried dancing in this, yet?" The Brit tugged on the edge of her dress as the his hand came to rest between them.