[He should put her down. That's his logic talking, but Vasquez is very good at shutting off the little voice in his brain that speaks to him with common sense, instead focusing on the beautiful woman in his arms and how he plans to carry her out of here. Moving away from the pillar, he smirks at a few other guests who happen to stare at them, challenging them to say anything.]

I like the food part of the parties. If we didn't come, I wouldn't have managed to have a good dinner, and also, see you in this dress. That's somehow worth it, yes?