Though people seem to be very impressed with what Ira wants to do someday, he knows that he could probably be better. He's been on the outskirts of so, so many dances, but seeing Madison there at this one makes him feel just a little guilty. He doesn't know the whole situation, maybe, but there's disappointment in her eyes, and it was at least a little up to him to make sure that didn't happen tonight.

More champagne will probably make it worse, but frankly, Ira doesn't have many other solutions, so he grabs a glass for himself, and joins her like the doting escort he's supposed to be. Apparently he still doesn't have anything better to lead with than "Hey," though. "Let me know if there's something else I should be doing, ok? But I think I'll be maybe even less impressive if I dance more."