[ The real mystery is how Finn never heard it before, honestly. Jim can't possibly be the only one noticing— or maybe he's just the one who's bothered commenting on it. Either way, it earns him the gentle brush of thumbs against his sides, the simple touch sending a shiver up his back, making the hairs at his nape stand on end. ]

Sounds like a real shame, if you ask me. [ He smiles, and lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. ] But if it means you're free tonight, then I can hardly complain.

[ So, no plans sort of guy. Jim can roll with no plans, too. Going with the flow seems like a pretty great way to handle tonight. Jim's nothing if not spontaneous, anyway.

His grin is almost sheepish at that bit of flattery, head ducking slightly. ]

Not a lot of people have called me that. But that's sweet— you're sweet. Thank you. [ He presses himself closer to Finn because they're not really sticking to the pretense of wanting to keep their personal space intact anyway, and Jim's never been one for subtlety. It's close enough that he can plant a quick kiss to Finn's cheek, then speak closer to his ear. ] So how are you liking the party?

[ AKA how bad would it be if Jim just took his hand and dragged him off to some corner of the party right now. ]