"I can call you that, but I won't. Much prefer'it if you and I were on a first name basis, if you don't mind." He smiled at her, not minding at all making light of what he'd just undergone with the registration. "So, now that I've got my shots, a collar, and a clean bill of health: I'm all ready for you to take me home."
He raised his glass with a wink to say that he was, in fact, joking. Not that he wouldn't have minded going home with her, but wasn't so much of a jerk as to assume that this was where the evening was headed. Miles was confident and he had enough history and experience with the ladies to back that up. (You just didn't play music gigs in bars and not go home with people.) But, he had a lot of respect for women, not in any real chivalrously way, but in the sense that he actually thought of them as equal. That men and women weren't all that different; just society seemed to make like they were.