"Or said no to clothes altogether," Damon says with snark of his own, glancing over at her as he takes another handful and pops a few popcorn kernels into his mouth. The Rift in Chicago had a big fondness for throwing him in his birthday suit whenever it could... frequently this also happened in a giant present to be opened. "But didn't have the energy to try that hard. I'm a criminal underachiever."

He does hear the clink of those handcuffs even if he notices she isn't exactly trying to hide it either. Damon's smirk widens though as he lifts up that bag of popcorn in her direction, shaking his head as a flirty, little smirk widens across his face.

"Not at all. You're the most interesting thing to happen to this ball so far." Still not really worth the popcorn. "Nice cuffs."