Oh, wait. That wasn't supposed to be common knowledge, was it? That bothers him for about a second, before he decides that Party's drunk enough and probably ignorant enough of the angel situation not to care. He keeps his tone almost excessively nonchalant, just in case.

"She's the one in charge of all these Christmassy shenanigans. Secret Santa, this party thing, and I wouldn't be surprised if she'd arranged to make it cold out, too."

A pause, and then, as an afterthought:

"Hit on her and I'll rip out your lungs, just FYI."