Dream journal: not always this easy

I was at the office and a guy I knew named Brendan pointed to a group of three young women and whispered to me "Look at the backside on that one!" They were getting on an elevator, and we did too, with me in one corner, Brendan in another, and the lady in question in between. Brendan immediately started chatting her up, in a low voice. After a few seconds I looked over and he seemed to have his hand inside her jacket. I cleared my throat loudly, but he ignored me. I said "Brendan!" in a warning tone, he looked at me and said "What?" The elevator doors opened, everybody got off and went their separate ways, and one of the other women said to me "So what are you doing this evening?" After a moment's confusion I replied "Probably going home to my wife."

[Disclaimer: I actually have a distant colleague named Brendan, who has never to my knowledge shown any hint of this sort of behavior.]