Muldoon hums in faux-thoughtfulness. "I suppose I shouldn't knock it 'til I try it, hm?"

It's not like it could be the worst thing he's endured. Hammond's fancy parties are hard to beat in that department.

Midge's question gets a grin and a confident, "You are." Then he gets out of the car and helps her out.

He doesn't expect her hand to stay in his, and it makes him do a double-take as he looks down at their locked fingers. But his sets aside his bemusement since they have people to interact with in the form of servers. Hopefully Midge won't mind him instigating the separation of their hands as he guides her to her seat, as attentive as can be.