It's not hard to tell from both of their reactions that he kind of fucked up. Now really wasn't the time to do this, and that is confirmed right away. He cringes and presses a hand to his forehead, wishing that he could just disappear. That a wave of orange soda would just pass through and he could surf away on it. Something.

He cuts his eyes at Jolie for her comment in regards to Kristoff, but quickly bites back any jealousy that tries to rear it's ugly head. "Go on, have dibs. It's not like either of us are gonna care."

He turns his attention back to Anna. "Look, do you... I dunno. Wanna talk later? Leaving you two alone is probably the worst idea I could ever have, but. Maybe you need it." Because he's a dunce and clearly shouldn't be part of the conversation anymore.