[... A secret, huh. Well, now he's gonna be eternally curious-- though he can't dwell on it with the detergent pen being shoved at him. He glances over the directions, shakes it, and then pops off the cap.]

Nice. I'm gonna smell like chocolate and chemicals the rest of the night.

[The pen squeaks as he rubs at the stains. He can't help shaking his head.]

Very attractive, I'm sure. I'll be lucky if you don't ditch me on the dance floor.