[Oh good, he's finally been let go. He huffs and makes a show of straightening his vest, tugging his sleeve cuffs... Much better. There likely isn't any sense in pointing out how a familiar face is not nearly enough to "count as something," he thinks, so that only earns a grim hmm.]

Your concern for my welfare is so touching. [dry...] Not that it's any of your business, but under the proper circumstances, I enjoy kissing just as well as anyone else.

[A beat, pointed. Ahem. Anyway. The "game," ugh.]

You need to work on your compliments.