If you want to see us. Had that been a question? That somewhat dour look shifted into something like confusion, before he finally turned to face them fully. "Of course I do."

There's a pause, and a wry arch of his brow as he nods. "And you weren't wrong about the party." Not his scene. Never had been. He would have been terribly awkward and brought things down, he's certain.

His gaze flickers briefly between them both. "Did you have a good time?"

It seems like the right thing to ask, in the situation.