Jameson lets out a surprised laughs as he reaches out to grip the girl's shoulders, momentarily steadying her before either of them are gifted with wine stains on their clothes tonight before offering a wide smile. "You don't say?" he retorts, a playful look apparent in his eyes as they crease at the corner. "Not a problem, if anything was on my wishlist this Christmas Eve, it was to get trampled by a stranger."

He's only teasing, and he hopes that's obvious as he releases her and takes a small step back to give her some space. Jameson thinks he's maybe seen her around before, but he's not sure where and definitely doesn't know her name, so he holds a hand out for her to take with his amused smile firmly intact. "I'm Jameson, by the way. In case you like to know the names of the guys you nearly demolish during the holiday season."