Jack watched her go, not too proud to tilt his head in proper appreciation of her backside as he released a sigh through his lips. At least this time there was no accompanying fart noise. He was, after all, at an event. He did feel a bit bad, maybe a little antsy that he wasn't helping somehow. The food was usually his thing, but he told himself he was fine with conceding just this once, and he was. And it wasn't as if he'd been overstating just how good the food was. In the short time it took for her to get the drinks, he'd cleared almost a third of his plate and was in the midst of making himself presentable again as he vigorously chewed and swallowed his full mouth.
"Thank you," he smiled that boyish smile, taking the glass from her and gesturing with his head toward the small couch directly across from the bar. "Are you gonna mingle like a good hostess? Or am I allowed to steal you all for myself for a little while?"