George sat back, a hand over his heart. "My lady speaks such sweet words, I think she is trying to get me in a good mood. I'll tell you what, missy," he pointed at her with a wink, "it's definitely working."
He drummed his fingers on the table, staring upwards at the gilded ceiling, feigning concentration. "The best I've had... hm. That would be..." He squinted at the ceiling, lifting a hand to count off on his fingers. "Yep, you definitely win that one." Grin.
"I am not into that. Completely not. I'm a one on one kind of guy."