She notices that conversational sidestep, and is quiet for a moment while she debates calling him on it. Ultimately, she decides that the tail end of a party, when he's clearly exhausted, is not the best venue. There will be plenty of time to chip away at that self-deprecation.

"I suppose that's all right," she allows. "We can use some perfectly ridiculous cutaways. Highlight the beanbags lurking outside the window when we swap. Teleport them around a bit, just wherever we need them to be."