The comment's kind of weak. Murphy could almost roll his eyes, or even call it out directly that's the best you've got? Neither would be helpful though, unless he wanted to turn this into a fight, and luckily he isn't feeling inclined to that right now.

"Tomorrow," he says, pushing upright from the wall now that the conversation feels like maybe it's reaching a conclusion. "They don't have parties like this every day. But they'll still want to get in your pants."