I'm accusing you of having ulterior motives. Or added expectations of me.

[ He glares at Ann a moment longer before huffing and taking a sip of his juice. At least they aren't poisoning his drink to get him to say yes. Still, he can't deny their claim that he'd just be moping silently by himself the whole night. Now he just needs to decide which of the two options is less appealing. ]

Mind your distance the remainder of the night and I'll see you through the door.