As someone with a wider definition of what's possible to fuel his imagination, Chambers mind can be quite creative when it wants to be. Right now however that serves a detriment given Mary is currently pulling its strings, and with the shirt happening to slide down to frame her just so, said imagination is malfunctioning. A good thing to because if he had been able to direct his thoughts into anything resembling an act of will, well fortunately of such he is momentarily far to distracted to even consider any. And if he could form even such so much as a coherent thought it would probably be along the lines of. It's about time I admit I'm bad with women.
The treacle that has become his thoughts does manage to churn out something neatly behind the curve of the conversation. 'I erm ...uh.' He has to take a pause, a breather, and he does look away from Mary into the bowels of his drink. 'Mary, would you care to sing a terrible sea shanty with me much to everyone's displeasure?' Oh what am I doing, this is an awful idea, a combination of perhaps the two things I'm worst at in the world right now. But the words were out there now. If there was more he could add to in the back and forth conversation it has passed him by in the moment.