Numbers' face scrunches up in annoyance, but doesn't pursue it further. At least he knows that this is the wrong place, wrong time for that conversation.

"Right. Whatever." He lets out a low grumble, dragging his hand down his face. "Speaking of dogs, I'll have to tell you about the art the doctor keeps in his house...."

He rolls his eyes, tilting his head back slightly. That's a conversation for another time, away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers.

"Well, I hope you're having fun at this party, regardless."