Oh, that didn't work at all. Pushing his shoulders back like he was just adjusting his posture and drawing his hand back to pat restlessly down his his own chest, he said, "Of course, always..." then was left with his tongue between his teeth and brow furrowed as he searched for more words to fill the space. The flirting had been getting a laugh until now, so it didn't seem like an effective weapon to defend himself, leaving him feeling mostly sheepish and out of ammo. What he had to latch onto was, "You're really talking to the wrong guy about the party, though. I don't even know Jan. If you want to introduce us, maybe we'll put together something spectacular for you."