Ainsley lets Sam go and finds the champagne, indulging until the room is starting to get a little dizzy, at which point she eases off because that way leads to bathrobes and dancing and while she wouldn't mind dancing with Sam, they need more privacy than the party really affords. She leans heavy into his body, stumbling a little as she adjusts her bearing. "I'd love to give my time to my Congressman," she gets out, low and flirty.