Mmh, if it's Venatori me flirting with the man might be taken offensively too. Magisters need their blood lines...

[Which makes the woman the safer bet. Though Jim's not above giving the man an obvious up and down sweep with his eyes as though he's very pleased by what he sees before shifting to his date and pulling up a charming smile that's a little more full of intent than the wide eyed demure date he's been plaything all evening.]

Now, I'm not sure this has been a waste, dearest. There's so much.... [Another not-so-sneaky glance at the pair.] ...to admire about the evening. Ah, the Venue, I mean. You never take me out to socialize anymore.

[The barest of put upon pouts in his tone. Not that he would Dare complain to his patron, of course.]