Malcolm nodded. He took responsibility for being selfishly pleased enough that someone whose company he enjoyed would be at the event, that he hadn't considered how much that person wouldn't enjoy it.

And how it might possibly rub off on whether said person still enjoyed his company afterwards. He was suddenly very concerned about that.

"Every family dinner we've ever had, but with an extra cast of passive aggressive rich people was probably not the way to show you a good time in New York," he allowed with a tight smile. "We probably should have gone to Times Square or something."