[ He makes a pfft noise as he settles on the dance floor, opting for a proximity chaste enough to be suitable for a school function. There's an opportunity for that to change, of course, but he probably wouldn't take that risk with Evelyn. ]

Who gives a shit 'bout that? It's computers an' executives decidin' what's "in vogue," not real people like us. Why should we even care?

[ He lifts his chin. ] Pretty sure bein' your own date's the hottest choice ever. That's why I didn't go askin' no one. And you're like... ten-times hotter'n me.