[He more or less slithers onto the stool next to hers, propping his head on his elbow to look up at her, and grin.]

You're right. I can't help it, just look at you. All- quiet and gaudy. [He waves a hand in her general direction, in part at her jewelry. He's seen her like this a thousand times, but each performance is unique, and this audience seems to make her shine.] I can't contain myself.

[Another joke that's just for them.]

Are we meeting people? Having fun? There's a How Evil Are You test booth set up back near the DJ. Aren't they clever.