He wasn't happy to be there... obviously. He had been dragging his feet the entire time he was getting ready but for some reason Faith had insisted they go and these days when Faith insisted, he answered in the affirmative. Despite his grumblings and complaining, he still showed up on time and with a big (somewhat forced smile). He did love spending time with the blue haired girl but there was something he so utterly disliked about being in public, about dances particularly. "You do not even like the music," he had told her.
Still, he sat there, bored to tears and sipping from his flask when no one was looking his way. He looked over with his puppy dog eyes, almost pouting. "Are you having a good time?" he asked.