H-he wouldn't know about 'good' parties. He's never had one. Seriously, who the frag would come? Half his own soldiers fantasized about shooting him.

"Yeah, fine. Huge mess, then. All on your side." Because maybe he doesn't know how to party, but he does know how to be a jerk.

He's just going to clamp his hands--both of them--over his interface hatch, because you are to immediately stop looking, thinking or anything-ing about his, ahem, equipment. "Like you didn't." Go on, Flashpoint. Bring it on. He is ready for this sass.