[ He makes a scoffing noise. ]

We've only been here, what, less than fifteen minutes? You're not even giving it a chance.

[ He gives the room a quick scan as well, though what he's really doing is listening. And—

There it is.

He finishes off most of his drink, leaving the glass on a nearby surface. Casting Gamora a wide smile, he tugs the two of them forward.

Because the song had changed to something slow. ]

But, alright, have it your way. Better vantage point from the center of the room, right?

[ Which, as it happens, is exactly where the dance floor is. ]