[ A snort, and he downs a good portion of his drink in one; just to assert how completely mature and not a baby he is, supposedly. ]

Hey, hey, hey. You're the one that agreed to go on this date with me, you're the one that should be offended that I'm doubting your taste.

[ Unsubtly, he slides on over on the cushy lounge chair, sits so that their shoulders are touching and his hair pools over Jolyne's arm. ]

—Question, though.