[ All at once, the wind goes out of his sails. She's right, of course - in reality, he just feels insulted and is being stubborn out of spite. He shoots her a tight-lipped scowl, but doesn't argue with her assessment. ]

I can be fancy. I'm perfectly capable of being fancy. [ He sounds almost hurt. ] ... At least let's keep it quick, all right? I don't intend to spend the whole night playing dress-up.

[ She might notice he's already quite a bit less tense than a minute ago, although he hasn't noticed it himself. ]