"You've got to be kidding me. You think that you," he eyed her up and down, "got an invite with a plus one? You only got here with your sycophantic claws." He sneered and turned away from her dismissively. "I hate it when people overstep their boundaries."
He turned onto his wife and was unmoved by her warbling.
"One, you put your arms him. Two, you apologize to HIM, not me. Three, you don't think it's incredibly disrespectful for him to come here when it is widely known that this is a masquerade that I am holding. Step back and see who's really the offensive one here."
And with that he turned on his heel, grabbing the bar's stock of scotch to bring with him.