Cliffjumper sputtered a little more the further Mirage got in his recount; the first few things weren't too bad, really, but the last...

"Why're you lookin' at... at ritual slag anyway? I thought whatever we're going to tonight was just some sort of... reception or whatever the frag you'd call it?"

Anything to bring attention - and his thoughts - away from the fact that he might be getting that close to Mirage. Even if it could hardly even count as an actual kiss.