Jamie stretches to follow Sora as he leans back, trying to maintain contact with him until it sinks in that Sora's movement is deliberate, a cue to stop. Then he just kind of sits there with a dopey look on his face as he tries to process what Sora's saying.

He starts to say that of course he didn't mean right here in front of everyone, they could find someplace more private, problem solved, but then he slowly pieces together the words Sora's saying and gathers that he has other reservations. Unfortunately (and ironically) Jamie's too drunk to figure out what those reservations are.

"When we're...what?" He tips his head to the side quizzically, lifts a hand to start fooling around under Sora's shirt again, thinks that might be a bit rude and settles for stroking his hair instead, hoping that's not overstepping his bounds too much.