Derek's eyes flicker back and forth between Glinda's own two as he studies her expression, a smile on his own face. "Oh, I don't know," he jokes. "I don't recall that."

He does, of course, because he's said that just as many times, but that look on her face and the way she looks back at him through her long lashes is worth teasing her each and every time. It will probably not be his last time saying it before the night is over, either, if she tells him again that she's glad he invited her.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" he asks after a moment of swaying quietly with her.