He raked a hand through those touchable locks of hair once more, shaking fingers into it at the top of his head in the the sole sign of nervousness. She broke through his manners with her directness, the attention was flattering and overwhelming in many ways she probably didn't understand. Especially now. Upbringing was everything for the Haskel in front of her and lately it got him no where. The manners were deeply ingrained into him, it took more effort to play off average, casual goodness than he let onto. They played as a shield, etiquette being a part of the weapon he used to keep those grasping claws other women used at bay.
"I could dance all night and well into next month," suavely, a smile given capable of turning her into a puddle on the booth seat. It shone with every ounce of what he could be like if he gave up abstaining any lewdness for the sake of propriety. "Perhaps you can show me, Miss Roxanna, how to handle things casually," adding with a coy duck of his head, the charming appeal he had to him never far despite his intentions. "Oh," he practically purred out to her in a velvety smooth tone, "at the very least."